Secrets

How could one be so blind
As to ignore their true feelings
How could one be so mad
As to let this slide away

Secrets hide how we feel
They keep us safe
But they run the risk of being found out
In the most terrible of ways

The want to shout it out
But the fear that keeps it inside
As we near the future
And leave the past behind

To play with it is no game
To hide it we have no shame
Nothing wrong
But not quite right

To sleep through
This cold secret night

Reviews

[Patrick Henry]

It's beautiful!! I read this and wonder the many 100's of nights where this was pondered the same way, but with different regards to its importance of guilt and out of respect for the other pones to carry the burden of knowing. Whether that be a "judged" feeling or stress because they care and we don't WANT them to..... this is a very deep poem. I am still amazed at your level of depth you are willing to look within and allow, I LOVE IT, for me to be able to read this from you. Thank You. I don't know what this line sounds like because I'm not the one receiving it, but when I grew up reading my favorite poets, I always wanted to meet them, be in the same room as them...... dark/lively/festive/mad moments in which they personally found refuge, and I never was able to meet them. I read YOU and I HOPE inside my lifetime, there 's a hope, that I will get this chance to meet someone I do adore and really really enjoy getting to know through beautiful poetry and letters!! It keeps me..... You're so beautiful, and I Love it. You could write about the green stuff that grows on the side of sewers and I will find madness and beauty in THAT as well, Stat!! Many of your poems are favorites of mine. xoxoxo -Your Mark

[StatAnimalLover]

Thank you very much, it means so much to be recognized and to have some one tell me I actually have talent in something!

[N!LoC]

And may I kindly ask what may that secret be??? :-)

[StatAnimalLover]

It's more than one thing, happens more than once.