Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Whispered words.

The words are being whispered
Softly spoken and hard to be heard
There is // There is no way to escape
You will stay, you will remain, you will
You will fail, you will fall, nothing will
We will miss you when you are gone

You tried so hard to find a path
To discover a way through the mists
But the fog and the mist and the rain
They keep us here and they keep us safe
There is // There is no way to find in there
Nowhere to go and no way to get there

Your senses deceive you all the time
You keep seeing and thinking you see
You keep on hearing and thinking and
We worry that you’ll soon be gone
If not in flesh than surely in mind
We would miss you if you were gone

Consensus is reached between the old and the wise
There is dissent among the younger ones
They will concur when they have heard
The words that are being whispered
The words that should never be spoken aloud
The words you heard before they left you here

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