My Hidden Secret
Like I was summoned
I found myself again
In the place of
Lost voices and final choices
Searching In the cemetery
I walked and prayed
As I thought of lost days
As I asked the why
Of shattered lives…
As I cried
Why is the world so gray
When did color become a sin…
I wondered
When did this pain begin
When did I start craving
To be like them…
In my final climb
To my last fall…
Alone I embraced… The empty of
…My hidden secret…
I wonder when
I will finally know
How to see it all
So I can tell of the truthful lie
Of the empty in me…
So I touch the words
On the cold gray stones
Shivering… I know… I stand alone
In… My hidden secret
Whispers From The Cemetery
Poetry Without Rules
© Paul H. Keeler… A Cosmic Cowboy
