No One's There

Chatter wafting through the air
I look around and no one's there

Confessions to a moonlit night
Whispers of my sorrowed plight

Catching on to the wind of shame
I do believe I've gone insane

Powder mixed with powder crushed
I no longer fear, no longer trust

Shadows mixed with chance of light
The forecast holds a likely fight

Sane against Not
Life long forgot

Whispers in the air,
I call out, no one's there

Ice encrusted, heart of gold.
Take a pick ax, break the mold

Silent footsteps, no one hears
running away from my darkest fears