Untold Stories Poem by Enoch Cole

UNTOLD STORIES
We just have to apprehend this,
Even if we desire not:
Untold stories when revealed brings home bewilderment and troubled ease.
Having been finally uncovered and unsealed will no longer rot,
But tear out plain.

I, staring at myself knows that I've got untold stories.
I fare every now and then with dirty secrets.
Knifing me serenely in my eyes you may realise that,
I've ignited hell,
Been through it,
And felt tongs of hell.

I've toiled through millions of stories,
I've sat you to knowledge on many of those phases.
But thousands more I have long arrayed with a raiment and crown of mysteries.
Men, I've witnessed miseries!
Of surety my life's a book, but flipping through it an hundred times,
You only continue comprehending the findings I let you to.
I've got untold secrets in my mind,
Serpent poisoning stories in my heart.
If I spill them out, you may pity me.
Yea of course you may also instatenously loathe and delete me.
Men if you know them you may help me, like you were my therapist.
All these may's may happen,
Cos if I let them out now, they may be sorrowful, fear giving or painful.
So I've just decided to hold them in, maybe till death,
Maybe not, I may gush them out when suffocated with them, inspite of any aftermath.
But for now they're untold stories.
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