Hearing the whispers in the air.
They sound like they surround me
as I step forward in the murky darkness.
Thick waters impede my steps
and the darkness has me confused.
My mind is playing night time tricks.
There are little lights floating all around
however I do not know where they lead.
Hearing little, ruffled whispers.
Seeing imaginary peering eyes.
The mud under my feet could take me in.
Each step deeper than before,
made slippery by a cold, heavy rain.
Fear trickles through my body.
Every step forward is heavier that the one before.
The weight may cause misdirection.
Trying to be cautious in this land’s swamp.
The whispers and faint lights are distracting
but the dark and its path
do not worry this body or mind
as much as the lore
of the whispers of a Will – O – Wisp.
March 28, 2017
© Andrew Scott – Just A Maritime Boy 2017