We heard the sounds call out
they came from the night
-screams, scratches, shrills
and ghost-like whisper winds
we were growing impatient
our hearts yawned like sighs
and died down like flames
in the morning
after the rain
we chewed our fingers
like cherry rosaries
it was never our intention
the angst lived on
they put up with the pretension-
the rise of incessant deception
and we were scared
for a while at least
on the backs of our phobias
in the heart of our minds
losing it
losing enough of it
to know
we didn't have it all
©RaeezJacobs. 2013. Poetry
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