Bad Trouble Brewing - Pantoum - Poem by Patti Masterman
There's bad trouble brewing;
A secret, can't be told,
So in angst we're coldly stewing:
Damnation's in the fold
A secret can't be told-
We're hostages of fear;
Damnation, in the fold,
As we hide our every tear.
We're the hostages of fear,
In this darkness, growing fast;
We must hide our every tear,
For we know this calm can't last.
In this darkness growing fast,
And the fingers, grasping tighter,
We know this calm can't last;
We can't make this burden lighter.
And those fingers ever tighter;
There's a bad trouble brewing,
We can't make this burden lighter-
So in angst, we're coldly stewing
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