The Hushed Whispers
The Hushed Whispers
The whispers come from all around,
looking for an ear to hear them.
Trying not to break away,
so that the sound can still be heard.
Fear cuts through the air,
because no one knows where they are coming from.
The hushed whispers in my ear,
are something not to fear,
but something to remember.
Copyright © Logan Nickell | Year Posted 2016
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