Secrets. Poem by Graham Jones
Secrets.
My mind still weaves its tortured path
In abstract combination
This captive maelstrom held within
Still seeking explanation
This madness mine consuming all
That dare to scratch the surface
Screams out for help with muted call
And reason gains no purchase
The question of what if or why?
Revolve within together
The pain and shame all tucked away
A childhood lost for ever.
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4/26/2024 2:52:30 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Nice flowing poem Graham, very well constructed with some difficult words there which fit in very well indeed. Good write. Love Ernestine XXX