Gossip

They talk, they hide in fear of me. They fear that I will find their whisper, Seek their faults, shout no surrender, Until their gossip, dead and lonely, be And until then, I wait and see What lies, conjured, will whither And which shall stand, not quivered, And break me down to the soles of my feet. Their lies are such, their minds creative Believing what they will, knowing no truth. Seeking refuge in the rubble, their broken selves captive To the great powers that I be. Then, I say, let them talk in rue Let them hide from me; they are nothing to me. For they cannot harm me Any more than they have due And through my sorrow, they shall cease To love the man they know and love, Me: I am no longer myself But a shadow, lurking in the darkness above This land, cursed beyond the lift Of God, now knowing no freedom. These people, they know not of the pain And sacrifice I have endured for my heart's kingdom Of light, and shadows, lo' they disappear But now they arrive with guns and spears Awaiting me in the form of words and tears Behind my back, the portal of despair. What lies may strike me, fear knows not But of the action recurring, it ceases to know Of the pain, suffering, and sorrow Wailed by the walls of my heart.