Presence'
"A gentle breeze that sends shivers down the spine"
In the shadows, she lurks and hides
A presence felt, though not always seen
Her eyes watch and wait, with a patient stride
For the perfect moment to strike and be seen
Her voice whispers secrets, in the dead of night
A gentle breeze that sends shivers down the spine
A presence felt, though not always in sight
A force that's palpable, yet hard to define
She's the creak in the floor, the groan in the wall
The flicker of lights, when no one's there at all
A presence that's felt, though not always clear
A force that's with us, year after year
So listen closely, to the whispers in the dark
And feel the presence, that's always left its mark
About the Creator
Abbas
Versatile writer skilled in both tale & stories. Captivate readers with engaging content & immersive narratives. Passionate about informing, inspiring, & entertaining through words.
Comments (2)
This was so poignant. Loved your poem!
Well done on your story Isra!