PRECIOUS SECRETS

The moon and all the stars
Know how hard I tried
Though you never will
Only the sun and sky
Know my sorrow
Because I keep it to myself

As images and hopes fade
And dreams turn to black and white
The story will always be fresh
Within the heart of me

There are those who know me
And those who think they do
But no-one knows my pain
My own precious secret

                                   By Phil Roberts

Reviews

[alanwgraham]

Very enigmatic! I guess we all have some secrets we find it hard to share. I have managed to write about some of mine but in an oblique way and there is always the problem that those involved might be hurt or affected if you spell the beans.
Well done,
Alan