The Whisper


The Whisper

The call comes late,
very late.
Phone gently
embraces my ear.

I hear wind
rustling bushes.
Silence,
time stands still.

A whisper,
Confession of theft.
Dealer searching,
hunting.

Call dropped,
fear entombs me.
feelings Intense,
painful.

The terror unbearable,
unexplainable.
Ten thousand tears
and counting.

Daybreak,
frozen in sleeplessness.
The call comes early,
very early.

Escape plan,
one way ticket.
Rehabilitation,
A temporary rescue.

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