The swirling Misty Winds

The swirling misty winds come to me
When I stand atop the swirling misty mountains.
Whispers are all I hear , a distant laughter rings
The winds are chill, the sounds are shrill
Yet the fire ravages burning my soul
Secrets are huge, secrets are big;
Secrets are writhing, waiting to rig
Yet those secrets have burned a part of me
Slowly consuming, devouring me whole.

My conscience is fast dying
My soul is fast leaving, the body that used to be
I want rest, I want the old me

Swirling green leaves are being carried
By the swirling misty winds
Yet they bring  no flower, no cheer
Just a pile of dead leaves and pile on me.
The laughter gets shriller,
The whispering louder, and the wind chiller

I look down at the village,
that once used to be my home
Calmer, clearer times when woes were begone
I lay low, looking at my village atop the mountains
Rose and descended down the swirling misty mountains
Along with swirling misty winds
Hoping these swirling misty winds would
Carry me across the horizon
To those calmer, clearer times.