The Whisperers

Through these Trees, I see the sun go Down.

As the darkness comes forth, I fall to my Knees;

As they come from the trees, I try to quickly throw up a guard.

Too late, I realize, as they whisper their cruel words.

I run aimlessly through these Thorns.

As I run, their words, their words

Are just Lies, Lies, Lies.

Or so I tell myself.

As these blunt truths flood my mind

tempting me,

like the silent words of the wind itself when it blows softly.

Each insult, each blame, each cruel truth,

are carried on each brushing breeze.

As I walk into this Storm,

They lash my mind, like wind and lightning,

Shredding me to my core,

They scream and shout

Though I just laugh because

no matter how loud they try to be,

Their shouted words become simplistic whispers,

For they are the Whisperers.