Secrets
A lady of a certain age whose life you think you really know
she lives her life with secrets and some of these appear below
On the surface she is brusque and rather bumptious, never smiles
but deep inside her broken heart cannot be reconciled
Her true love died when she was young, so cruelly taken away
He was murdered by a psychopath on a beautiful summer day
Could not accept that he had gone her life came to a standstill
She built a wall around herself, as her soul cascaded downhill
Her bottom drawer was overflowing full of her wedding trousseau
So crazed with grief, could not let go, she created a ghoulish tableau
The world saw her as a grumpy old dear, living alone; she was no one to fear
Down in her cellar an elderly fella, insane, inane, no one knew he was here
Imprisoned all those years ago she vowed she’d never let him go,
The psychopath he took an axe and killed the man that she’d loved so
Each day he survives barely alive; chained like an animal no life in his eyes
Each day she watches, no feelings inside, struggling to keep this monster alive
Upstairs a body expertly embalmed, her lover, her soulmate, appears unharmed
Years go by there’s no solution, for what she has done there will be retribution
Now living a life full of secrets and lies, so gruesome she cannot reveal
Until her time comes and she joins her beloved, such images she must conceal
25th December 2018
Contest: Secrets
Sponsor: Faraz Ajmal
5th placement
Jan19 2020
Sponsor: Brian Strand
1st placement
Contest: Hello darkness my old friend
Sponsor: Anthony Biaanco
4th November 2020
Copyright © Ann Gilmour | Year Posted 2018
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