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

They come steadily with long spindly arms crawling like a spider may

They tug at your thoughts

They come to life in your dreams

They won’t go away

Everything is hopeless it seems

So why is it that night whispers

carry more weight?

Is it just the fact that it’s easier to remember

That the whispers are just late?

Maybe you’re paranoid

or just maybe more on edge

You feel like at any given moment

Someone could push you off into the abyss from a precarious ledge

Who cares the reason

The whispers stay the same

They won’t go away

With you they must remain