Posted: October 12, 2016 in poem, poetry, Uncategorized
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he keeps his secrets in the dark
under floorboards, loose, warped
in damp, dank cellars crawling with life
musty, stale attics, riddled with the past
behind the cupboard in the corner
stood in the same place for years?
his secrets are safe here
waiting, patiently, for him to die
so they can reveal themselves,
emerge from the darkness
and his friends and family
will finally see
who he really is…

  1. Michelle gough says:

    That amazing. 😊


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