The Secret

By: Cole Fevold

A secret that was not meant for ears,

Would be told for many years.

Some whispered words meant for a friend,

Would be overheard and spread without end.



Since one person found out

That which none were sure about.

Not knowing if it be false or true,

That is when it began to ensue.



Hell broke loose as rumors flew

About that which no one knew,

He was tortured by their evil lies,

It hurt him to look into their eyes.



Lonely in a world of hate,

Unable to speak and change his fate,

He had to sit by and watch the flames,

As he was called many bitter names.