A Quiet Pain

we are all hiding something

quietly

does a devil chase you?

somewhere. . . 

you can only write about

to no one

for the 'no reason'

in secret

quietly

terrified

but unsurprised

just like everybody

(why?)

Author's Note

Reviews

[R.E. Ray]

This is why poets write, maybe. We find like minds, troubled minds, trying to convince ourselves we're not alone. The devil chases all of us, at least in our minds. We're all hiding something, and sometimes that "something" leaks onto paper and silver screens.

[Charlotte Petitdemange]

That was a beautiful poem about something that plagues a lot of people, including me. I love it!