Life can be a great teacher if you are willing to learn. However such education demands a great deal of faith.
Echoes of the past
I heard a faint voice calling
Like repeated echoes, much calmer and softer though
Who might it be,I wander
Calling at this hour of the night?
Soon the curtains raised a mild disturbance
As if,a wave of whispers have started
The windows clapped,the knocker rattled,the bell rang
Am I terrified?
I could feel a restless storm in my veins
Blood rushed, heart danced wildly
Guess my pupils dialated too,not sure though
Then again,how can I be sure of anything now?
The adrenaline invaded,
My nerves tingled,senses elevated
And then the faint voice rose again
Whispered echos into my ear,
Echoes of my past,
A terrifying past.
Hasibul Islam Apon (author) from People’s Republic of Bangladesh on June 15, 2020:
Ruby Jean Richert,
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Ruby Jean Richert from Southern Illinois on June 14, 2020:
This tells a story in poetry fashion. I enjoyed reading your thoughts.
Hasibul Islam Apon (author) from People’s Republic of Bangladesh on June 05, 2020:
You are not bad youself bro-man
Samip Katwal on June 04, 2020:
You write damn good man♥️