Buried Secrets Poem by Donna McCord

Come swiftly, night, and erase the day
With dreams that take the pain away
Oh blessed peace and quiet night
Thy presence known at last twilight.

Care not for what we do til dusk
The circumstance known but just to us
Should I for shame the past erase
And confess it all to make it chaste.

In folly thy tormented soul
Besieged beside the common mole
Buried secrets yet untold
Deny the warmth of day to hold.

So silently we carry forth
Locked within this special fort
The heart holds fast the thing not said
Should early morning find us dead.

Nay not a word we speak of it
This pain yet lingers in spite of it.
Across the lines of deep despair
The burden heavy in the air.

Should you not guess this thing I write
Imagination gives it flight.
For deep within the poem here
Lie clues of what were known past years.

What is the thing that Shakespeare writes
Of two souls in tormented nights
Deny their feelings to one another
Lest their feuding families discover.

Indeed I write of fair Juliet
And Romeo lest we forget
Deny you not if you’re in love.
Just say the words and rise above.