Rumors

Its bite so, like a venom that pulsates through our veins
Straight into our hearts as it pass our lips
idle talk with out basis-with out  truth
spiteful words are ruthless
building tidal waves of rigidity
as they flow through thoughtless minds
masking the heart with deceit
not seeking truth,captivated by the lies
silent whispers carried through wind
spoken out of boredom and envy
reaching our souls leaving its stain
as we follow into the darkness blindly

Reviews

[Becky C Strukamp]

You captured gossip/rumors perfectly. Beautifully penned.