Whispering His NameA Poem by Paul F ClaytonA boy haunted by an entity ... until he realises she's his gaurdian angel
The entity was with him from an early age
She constantly whispered his name She waited until he was all-alone Her tone remained the same Constantly whispering his name Two or three times a day She was relentless in her objective She would not go away She would call him from the living room And from the foot of the stair Always when he was alone So that others were unaware Upstairs the voice was different It came from his parent's room Accompanied by a flicking paper sound With an eerie sense of doom He would dart down the staircase As fast as his legs would run And, white-faced, join his family But never tell anyone Early one evening he stepped outside It was dark at that time of year Something urged him to look up And he was consumed with fear A grey white figure scrambled over the roof He glared at him with hate What his malicious intent was He had no idea. He did not wait A short time later he became gravely ill He could neither eat nor drink The pain so engrossed him That he could not even think Nurses worked around him In so much pain was he He pleaded with the surgeon "Let it end for me" Turning his head in resignation A smiling maternal face he saw She whispered his name His consciousness was no more After the surgeon's success He was relieved of any pain And never more would he hear the voice Whispering his name © 2011 Paul F Clayton |
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1 Review Added on February 3, 2011 Last Updated on February 3, 2011 AuthorPaul F ClaytonLeicester, England, United KingdomAboutResiding in Leicester, in the UK, working as a freelance design and development technician and machine programmer with a love of words and images The Aloof will pass me by The self important will .. more..Writing
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