Whispers In The Dark

I was relaxing in my unlit sitting room
when I heard an unusual sound.
I questioned my sense of hearing because
I knew no one else was around.

It stopped so I returned to my thoughts,
then I heard it once more.
This time it sounded like whispering,
but I wasn't entirely sure.

I sat up and strained to listen,
but again nothing was there.
Sitting back I dismissed it as wind
playing tricks in the air.

Moments later it happened again,
so I jumped up and turned on the light,
After looking closely around the room,
everything seemed to be alright.

I turned off the light and sat down again,
and blamed my active imagination.
With the silence, peace of mind returned,
so did the cause of my consternation.

poem by Orlando Belo
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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