He writes honest poems...
Then feels guilty afterwards
When he tells paper
Something the humans around him
Don't even know about him.
And the more secrets he divulges
With paper
The more afraid he is
That he'll die with some skeletons
In his closet -
And some secrets
Well hidden in his soul:
He feels he'll die without -
R E D E M P T I O N -
His body will be taken back to the earth...
But his soul?
He's not in a hurry though,
He knows he can't just tell anyone
About the cracks in his soul
Where his secrets live.
YOU ARE READING
Writer's Whispers
PoetryIt's only at night that you hear the faint whispers of the writer's pen trailing paper. [COMPLETED]