Whispers

Whispers make me nervous.

They make me fidget even more.

What accusations

are said behind that closed door?

 

If you found fault

tell it to me straight.

Don’t make me wonder

what is in store for my fate.

 

So speak loudly

please do me this service.

Because those furtive looks

and whispers sure make me nervous.

© 2017 ck’s days

 

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