Hidden Truth
Hidden Truth
To all who are wounded by family deceit
Hot poisoned needles
pierce and rot away peace.
Savage fever throbs deeply
in the dance of decay.
Translucent clouds haunt...
Remembering always how
sacred trust was broken.
Night devours self slowly.
Wounds bleeding fresh...
Down naked in the hole
of dark lingering secrets.
By Maryanncan
The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.
Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Learning to love | 0 | 09/28/2009 |
| THE DREAM THAT TOOK ME AWAY | 0 | 09/28/2009 |
| My First Time | 1 | 09/28/2009 |
| The attic of my mind | 0 | 09/28/2009 |
| Hidden Truth | 0 | 09/12/2009 |
| BEHOLD | 0 | 09/12/2009 |
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