The Deafening Whisper

Where do you think you will go from here?

You raped my mother

And shot her after your fellows followed you

Then you turned to my father and me

Handcuffed in the corner of the room

Shot us in the head and left

I will find you

When you try making love to your woman

I will sit on the couch and watch you, covered in blood

Post-traumatic disorder you will call me

You’ll try to chase me off with booze and pills, but

The deafening whisper will stay in your head

Where do you think you will go from here?

I will find you and stay with you forever

To the end of your days

Beyond death, I will be with you

I will be there, in the mirror, when you shave

At the bottom of the bottle my eyes will shine

I will hold your hand when you sleep

Knock on the door in the long silent nights

When you sit in your little backyard

You will see my shape in the shadows of your children

Xhabir M. Deralla

from "Apocalypse" (copyright Xhabir M. Deralla, 2011)

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