Buried deep within me
is a story never told.
A burden on my shoulders
heavier than gold.
Remaining in silence,
hiding with fright.
A secret I hold,
a secret I fight.
Each day I fear
that I will fail,
to keep it near
inside this jail,
This prison cell
I call my mind,
each day is hell,
each day is blind.
They can not know,
they will not know.
I'll never let
my secret show.
-GS
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Once Upon a Rhyme
PoetryThis is not a poem, it's a cry for help This is not a poem if it can't be felt This is not a poem for you to tell This is my poem. This is my hell. This will be the end of me This is the sway of the willow tree This was the way that you looked at me...
