Whisper Man

A laugh can be more terrifying than a roar or a scream in the wrong light, In the long night, Lunatic giggles Idiot he-haws Obscene chuckles When the quiet hour, the full moon time, Spreads its leathery wings Jaw aching, teeth chattering, Cruel cold Spits sleet at your window The monster slobbering down the glass That sound... That ugly, witless noise Turns your knees to rotten fruit Your emotions become demons toys a sweating statue Only your eyes able to move, jittering Hyper awareness Night vision and your hearing acute You can almost count the stitches of your shirt through the skin of your back Every minùte tick, Every quiet whoosh of air Noticed like a stripper on stage Ancient supernatural powers, animal instincts Awaken to the thrumming of your over active heart Short blips, images, stutter brightly In your mind A painted clown face with evil teeth Wall-eyed stare no where near funny A corpse with skull decomposing before your eyes The blue- black face that haunts you Arms aching to feel the weight of him Time to shut the doors, bar the windows, lock the box in your mind… Time to tell the whisper man enough is enough Remind yourself of the words of truth… “Philippians 4:7-8 And the peace of God, which passeth all understanding, shall keep d your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus. Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report; if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things.” Rinse and repeat