Wispers in her ear

She lays on a scruffy flee infested bed.

Springs like daggers poking through her

fragile, weak and tiny little frame.

Gone to bed as hungry as she will awake.

As for the only vitamins she will receive.

shall be from the rays of the burning sun.

 

She hears wispers in her ears.

Wispers from the unknow. she's frightend

but she listens to the voice's so clear.

Someone is telling her. Teaching her.

Giving her the skill she will need to survive

her battered life.

 

she becomes a thief. She steals food to nuruish

her frail and weakened body, and clothes to

warm the suface of her soul. wispers in her ears

teaching her the way. leading her into a life

were she can stand tall and on her own.

Soft wispers in her ears, are her angels

when she calls. 

 

 

Reviews

[WILDERNESS]

yes that is also life.........so many colors life has........beautifully expressed

[Tate Morgan]

Absolutely beautiful so telling of anothers less fortune

[Distant horizons]

great write. whispers can be louder than screams.

[J. J. Nightingale]

(Whispers) .. .. So many out there are living this life, in need of guidance .. I think there are guardian angels out there .. But some will not listen to their whispers ..

I hear you .. Jazz