I do not know what's on her mind.
She guards her thoughts quite well,
Trust is but an option earned -
And granted at death's knell.
I do not know what's in her heart,
For she shelters every tear.
And she'll not share a single secret
Should I be lurking near.
I do not understand the way
She counts the moments in her day,
As if underneath life's bitter mould
She might just find a pot of gold.
Whatever lurks within her soul
Bleeds raw and deep, and black as coal.
She has a fired hate at her command.
She is a mystery I do not understand.
Comments about this poem ('A Mystery...' by Richard D. Remler )
People who read Richard D. Remler also read
Top 500 Poems
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Still I Rise
Edgar Allan Poe
William Ernest Henley
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings