So Softly
the sounds rush through the night.
So gently
the wind comes from the right.
So softly
the footsteps follow you.
So gently
a hand grabs onto you.
So sudden
a knife comes to your neck.
So quiet
the sound pierces the rest.
So quickly
the person runs along.
So softly
your life is now long gone.
I almost never enjoy repetition in a poem but this one got it right! The meter is consistent and the lines move the reader through the poem at the perfect pace. Bravo!
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