As The Whispers Cry

by Angie   Dec 3, 2019

In the haunting darkness of the night
wrapped in a blanket of comfort
and curled up in a corner
of the big four poster bed

She feels like a little girl lost
with her tender heart aching
as memories of the past
race through her cluttered head

Tears are flowing freely
as the whispers cry
staining cheeks with a trail of melancholy
when they begin to slowly dry


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