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
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