Poetry: Anytime, Anyplace, About Anything – The Whispering Watcher
By, Donna M. Monnig
Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt was to write a poem inspired by noir. So, my poem for Day Nine is “The Whispering Watcher.”
The Whispering Watcher
The detective wrote down names,
suspects in his little spiral notebook,
He didn’t know I was watching,
he didn’t know that he had been took.
Those names were worthless,
they wouldn’t help him with the case,
But he didn’t know that, he didn’t
know he’d already seen the killers face.
He handed the killer his card,
“I’ll find whoever did this,” he said,
I could have told him, he was
looking at him, but I was already dead.
The detective walked away, disappearing
down the blackened, smog-filled alleyway,
The killers eyes returned to cold, granite
orbs, he smirked as he knew he had got away.
Like the detective, the killer, didn’t know
that I was there, watching, waiting, listening,
As he stood admiring his artwork;
the concrete canvas with my blood glistening.
The killer didn’t know that his fate
was sealed, that he’d never be alone,
He didn’t know that I would haunt
him, until his secret became known.
I would be his own personal tell-tale heart,
his own never-ending nightmare without flesh,
He didn’t know he’d one day be diagnosed
with schizophrenia, that they blamed on stress.
No one believed him when he claimed to be
haunted, they don’t believe in ghosts you see,
No one can see me in his padded room,
whispering, “You never should’ve murdered me.”
©Donna M. Monnig
NaPoWriMo prompt: Noir for the Ninth
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