In shadows deep, where whispers dwell,

A voice emerges, a tale to tell.

Confidential tones, so low and sly,

Spreading rumors beneath the sky.

Like peanut butter, thick and spread,

The gossip flies, no word unsaid.

In a room filled with chatters' might,

Secrets dance in the dimming light.

No locks secure, just bolt cutters wielded,

Invading privacies, truth revealed.

Darkest secrets, once kept tight,

Now roam freely in the night.

Did you hear the whispers, faint and sly?

The secret's out, no need to deny.

Run for cover, hide your pain,

But tears won't wash away the stain.

For in the depths where whispers creep,

The truth remains, secrets to keep.

But once unleashed, they'll haunt the soul,

A never-ending toll, taking its toll.

~JesskyaBradbury