Secrets
Darkness, clothed in secrecy,
Surgical hands,
Not a breath was drawn.
Parasite, sucking life from me.
“Magical”hands of surgeon,
Giving back my Liberty.
30 pieces of Silver was expensive,
This job was cheap.
Eradicating this encumbrance,
Compared to Judas Iscariot.
In the night when all is still,
Memory broods, over shadows all.
Switch to Automatic Pilot
sleep comes.
Daughters' wedding, babe in pram,
Jar's heart momentarily,
Of what might or could have been.
Wrinkled grave looms closer,
Memory now ceaseless,encompassing,relentless.
I am out of control,
Crashing, looming, explosion,
Thousands of pieces,
Debris,destruction.
I lie fragmented,
WHO AM I?
Tormented,
“Magical”surgical hands,
YOU promised me liberty,
LIES...........
A PRISON,
THAT WILL LAST FOR ETERNITY.
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