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 forever.



Poetry by penfold18
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Written on 2005-10-12 at 12:14

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