Secret
A secret so unbearable,
It eats my flesh from my bones.
There isn't a moment in the past,
future, or present that I do not think about it.
It will haunt me forever.
When I reach the afterlife spirits will clutter,
and pest, just to remind me of the truth.
I pray with my being at stake for help.
God chooses not to listen.
I try to hide a secret so massive,
that if it became aware to the universe,
it would rip apart the dimensions.
Moments come and go that the solution is to listen,
listen to the snake.
He constantly tells me horrific things.
But I realize he is not the solution.
It has been so long since this secret was created,
That I cannot imagine a world without it.
Many people face the same monsters I do.
I wonder how they survive.
This secret hides deep within me.
It will never be told of.
I would rather it eat me alive until there is nothing left,
nothing left except dust on the high shelf in hell.
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