I Whispered as

May 2018

I Whispered as


The darkness called.

And it’s cries, echoed...... in the night.

I’m cold 

No rest, for me.

The rhythmic beating, of .....my heart.

Is stilled

There’s a, chill.....

Upon, my soul.

It’s a long time, since..... I felt, 

the wet sand, beneath ...,

bare feet.

Or a lovers subtle breath.


My lips.

There’s a sadness in my eyes.

That’s killed, the spark.

Life, withers.......



Death, called out my name.

Giajl © Jim Love  




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Stephen's picture

Excellent as usual.