The Whispers

The land is bare and Grey, brown And cold, where the old Man stands alone, pressured by the crisp cold,

Fear of life and eyes filled with Pain, of might happen next to Begin,

The old man stands their unaware Of me as I watch him Getting more lost in his mindless thoughts,

The man stares off into the corner Of the world, with Thoughts that zoom around like jets in his mind,

He doesn't wince or flinch he dosen't even blink, he just Stares Off into the great beyond,

The day is dull the evening is duller, I can't help but wander If he is their for a reason,

I hear a whisper from the corner of my mind, calling me from Behind, as I turn around it stops,

When I turn back around the old man is gone, like a puff of Smoke, leaving me behind in the cold night