Whispered Taunts

For all those who wait....

      I sit outside and listen for your call,

In almost total darkness, but,

I hear nothing at all.

Only the wind whispering through the tree tops....

Fool!  Fool.

The moon peeks out from the inky clouds

turning the blackness to grey,

giving an eerie cast to the night,

and, if you saw my face you would know...

I wait here every night.

Pausing silent, and still,

a sick feeling in my stomach,

an ache behind my eyes.

You fled long ago, yet,

I cannot but hope that some night,

you will return,

and the wind will whisper taunts

no more.

Reviews

[Jeff Loquist]

i found myself wanting to tell others to be quiet so as not to disturb the scene here

[India Brooks]

What an emotion driven piece! Blown away, I loved it! Well done!!! :O

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

a beautiful haunting weaving~

[Coyote Poetry]

The poem is amazing. I like the feel and emotion in the words. Waiting and needing answers can make us crazy. The description was very strong. I like the ending. I like the last lines.
"you will return,
and the wind will whisper taunts
no more."
A outstanding poem. Thank you for sharing.
Coyote