Whispers in the night

Soft as a gentle breeze

Barely even there

Barely a sway of leaves

 

Cold as a misty rain

Or that of a winter’s eve

Leaving a shivering feeling

Or a gaping hole within

 

A deadly silence

Too loud to be ignored

Funny how what was supposed to be “peace of mind”

Now became a warzone

 

-By Racheal Balkissoon