::Haunting Me::

Lying here restless
Awaiting sweet slumber
Remnants of long days
About tomorrow I wonder

 

If the weather is gentle
And the mood is calm
Will I stand againist demons
A pillar so strong

 

Or instead will I quiver
Succombed by my fear
That others may judge me
Unaware of my tears

 

What has been hidden
Alone in my shame
Things never spoken
Of which I am to blame

 

My secrets are deadly
Killing once happy lives
If read aloud
In remorse I would die

 

My demons will haunt me
Of this I am sure
Till truth is uncovered
Discomfort I'll endure

 

The things in my mind
Pieces of my past
My burdens to bare
My mental trash

 

Will not break me down
Or force me to quit
I'll awake to a new day
With my fire still lit

Reviews

[Eagle Cruagh]

I think you would be amazed to
know the great number of people
who live in terror of the world finding
them out and when their secrets are
finally divulged, it was no secret at all,
just another human being trying to live
with their mistakes.
Your secrets are probably nothing new.
No one would be shocked , but you write
a great poem and your "secrets" intrigue.
This is an extremely interesting poem.
Thank you,
----- John

[Harley (arbiter)]

I've had a very hard past. I can really relate to this. Awesom work