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
Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.
Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.
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| Learning to love | 0 | 09/28/2009 |
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| 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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