Whispers that come in the night

Often carry further than those in the day

Propelled forward by mystery

The air of wondrous deceit

And further spurred on by the cold

Speaking louder than shouts at dawn

For the time when crime is high

Is also when secrets spread their wings

Finding new ears to nest in

So rumors do spread...

Whispers that come in the night

Often carry further than those whispered in the day.

Is there some deep dark secret?

Is there some nefarious plot?

What is this dark dread?

Why can I shake it not?

Is it imagination

Making my fears come awake?

Why do those whispers at night

Make my whole body shake?

Shadows cast in the night

Often scare more deeply than those cast in the day.

The clouds cover the...

The whispers behind my back.

Spreading secrets about that....

Whispers that come in the night

Often carry further

Than those in the day

That’s why I wield a flashlight

To turn the light off

Form barricades

Of pillows

Double-check

That that pile of clothes

Isn’t a body

Or an intruder

That no one else

Lies in my bed

That’s why

I sleep on my side

Less open

Less vulnerable

Than on my back

Like a

Helpless

Little

Turtle

Against

A

Predator

That’s why I scan

E...

Whispers that come in the night

often carry further than those in the day.

Thoughts that can filll me with fright

often pervade my soul causing dismay.

Feelings that encompass my brain like gaslight

often skews my thoughts into disarray.

daylight brings hope

daylight brings new

daylight brings daylight

and the whispers go away...

whispers that come in the night often carry further than those in the day

for the moon guides the secrets too dark to be seen in light...

Whispers that come in the night often carry further than those in the day.

They’ll whisper to each other in the shadows, eyes flickering in the moon’s midnight light.

You listen with open ears and eyes, using your ears since the night is dark, blinding your other senses.

You feel around for something to hold, something to steady yourself in the black void you’ve fallen into.

But nothing comes...

Whispers that come in the night,

often carry further than those in the day.

Secrets born in darkened blight,

would burden you with great dismay.

Oaths that I had sworn to keep,

Creeping in, take hold of me.

Vows I fucking had to break,

will break me up, I hesitate.

…for a moment… in that moment… I find out that…

this dawn was a lie,

another twisted fucking shadow in disguise.

It’s t...

Whispers that come in the night often carry further than those during the day,

wisps of leftover nightmares

lurk seamlessly between shadows

murmuring dark lies

from forked tongues

in the failing foundation

of an aged wallpapered

mind,

too many shades of yellow

give strength to those

whispers from the night before

like ghostly reminders

carved into the walls, the doorways

and barren landscape...

Whispers that come in the night often carry further than those in the day

Like a planted seed that grows into fruition

Words said in the dark search for the light

Dreams that are made in the black of night

Turn into hope in the light of day

What’s said at dusk echoes into the sky

Rising with the break of dawn

Whispers that come in the night often carry further than those in the day...