Whispers fill the room 

I can visualize it 

Like the notes on sheet music 

Flowing through 

Singing tune

.

.

It’s like a little seed planted in my heart

Fertilized by anxiety

And the palpitations start 

.

.

I cannot unsee 

What I think I have seen 

.

.

Befell

The horror stories on my heart

I can’t un-tell  

.

.

The room is stifling with 

Whispers 

And music 

With stories 

And lies 

.

.

And that little seed within my heart 

Is the only plant I own

 That doesn’t seem to die