Human Voices
Form: Free Verse
They wait behind that closed door
concealing those prowling shadows
that whisper in human voices
softly whisper my craven name
with words that curse and crawl
upon the soul
gleaming eyes shimmering dishonesty
clamouring at the door
shambling sinews festering and furtive
twisting and churning
they are familiar yet unfamiliar
sensual mortality draped in immorality
softly whispering the echoes of fear
©JezzieG2023
Very moving poem Jezzie
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Thank you, appreciated
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My pleasure
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