secrets of my life

my very own secrets in a poetic version

Down the memory lane

nightmares leave me traumatised,

baffling to understand

if only it was tessellate.

sparkling from a distance

like seasoned with a hint of clouds

so deep the sonorous

this is my sextant,

only seconds remain

the last train home

 

feeling special

yet specious

all my wonders,

wondering yips,snaps and ticks me off

then i fall in love again.

 

compulsive massacre

confusing like the dark sea,

red on a white blank paper

writing my wounds

these are my secrets.