Secrets

Down by the forest,
Shaded from the darkness of your past,
The tree's sway and rustle,
as if exchanging secrets,
of your miserable life.
Sought out by all
ripped up by your peers
examined, expanded and exhausted
Once you think your down and done
but really your not, they come for more
hungry for something
surley not theirs
All you can do is put up with it
bare it, grimace
and hope for the beggining
of the end.