Secrets

My words are few but let me say.
Feelings released disrupt the day.
A word or a phrase, warped in no time.
The social ladder now harder to climb.

Seems really simple, no harm at first.
When kept secluded, you finally burst.
People hurt and wanting solution.
Secrets are forever a pollution.

My words are few but let me say.
Feelings released disrupt the day.
A word or a phrase, warped in no time.
The social ladder now harder to climb.



Poetry by Coolaaron88
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Written on 2006-08-08 at 06:49

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rider
Secrets...Ah, we must all have them, they make us psychologically stronger than those who are not privy to our secret thoughts. I do believe that secrets are the an emotive source, felt rather than thought about...I like this poem and its undertones...And the social ladder is so over-rated..Great write, my friend...Ron.
2006-08-08