Below is the poem entitled The Whispers Get Louder which was written by poet
Miller. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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Waking up from my sleep. I step outside to check the
mail. I get a postcard of a missing child...the trend
seems to never fail.
Julie was abducted at a park. It's been a long 18 years
now. She's presumed dead, because of the fact that she
was never found.
I turn on the the TV, clicking the channels and now I'm
appalled. "Breaking news- child abducted at a busy
They found a missing child dead, "Gone too soon," is
Michael's song. You were here just yesterday, but sadly
today, you're all but gone.
To Timothy, Henry, Toby, Jermaine, Jennifer, Emily and
Shelbe. I hope you are still with us today, I will always
pray for thee.
To those we lost like Samantha, Peter, Amber, Caylee, and
Chris. So precious you all were to us and you are sadly
I shed a tear for each of you as if you were my own. How
can people hurt little kids? Tell me what the hell is going
I stare at a playground where once a little girl played on
a swing. Someone took, raped and killed this child...please
stop this crazy thing!
In anger I speak to kidnappers, the Master said this, so I'll
repeat. "It would be better for you to have a stone around
your neck and thrown into the sea."
Whispers I am hearing as if they were from a little child. It's
her blood calling for revenge...it's starting to make sense to
Hear the whispers from their graves as we near the final hour.
The Avenger of their blood hears them and the whispers are getting