Silently they whisper

Of things still yet to come,

Some are full of wonder…

Of things that could be done.

Some just come, and some just go….

Like echo’s on the wind,

But there are those who have arrived;

That makes my body cringe.

Some are full of rage,

And talk of even scores,

Others come to my defense, and wage a mental war.

But the one who truly frightens me;

The one I fear the most,

The one who whispers gentle things…..

And doesn’t like to boast.

-Antony King © 2016

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