The Pond with Deadly Secrets

The Pond with Deadly Secrets

The pond that holds deadly secrets

sits silent in the night

its surface black like spilled ink

hiding shadows out of sight

no birds sing near its edges

no wind dares to disturb

the water waits like quiet death

with something cold and sharp

beneath the glassy mirror

there’s silence deep and thick

where broken things are buried

and nothing grows or lives

it swallows light and hope

and every careless step

the pond does not forgive

it only takes and keeps

some say you hear faint voices

soft cries beneath the water

the pond that holds deadly secrets

never lets you win

if you look too long inside

you’ll see what should not be

a darkness cold as fear itself

waiting silently

the trees lean close like watchers

their branches black and bare

they whisper of old stories

of sorrow, pain, and care

the air is thick and heavy

like breath held tight and still

and those who’ve walked too near

have never left the chill

the pond is a dark mirror

reflecting what you hide

it knows the weight you carry

and holds it deep inside

and when you turn away

thinking you are free

the pond still holds its secrets

and it waits patiently