a whisper through the wall

i heard a whisper through the wall
it told me not to believe it awl
what ah'm hearin' ain't bein' sed
it really is comin' from mah hed

and so i blinked and listened harder
indeed the voice came from the plaster
but it said don't be afraid when
i tried to hide between the blanket and my bed

it continued talking in a smooth manner
like the devil coaxing someone to step on the slammer
but as i listened my eyes grew heavy
my book forgotten beside my teddy

the voice seemed not to notice
continued to talk and lit up an invisible cig
i got bothered by the smoke and chatter
maybe the voice'd notice and cease its banter

but no it didn't and continued smoking
it's cigarette and was happily smogging
and so i said, it's quite enough
if it didn't leave i would get rough

but it paid no attention and
i picked up my book
cracked it with force into the wall
the painting shook

the voice ran, i think
the smoke went, too
i went back to being sleepless
without my book