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
In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.
Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.
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| 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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