Meg Anderson Poet Ballad

Secrets

Secrets

Secrets are held dear they are precious to ones self.  Ever passionate and not taken lightly. They can be good and they can be bad.
These dark secrets are my undoing...

Mine are bad, evil even.  Taking over my very life.  A deep current of nerves are ripping me apart inside. 
These dark secrets are my undoing...

Thoughts turn to them often.  My mind is not my own any longer.  They will not let go.  
These dark secrets are my undoing...

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Liam Mcdaid December 4, 2014 at 8:48 PM deep touching pen very beautifully crafted bless you meg Meg Anderson December 4, 2014 at 8:52 PM Liam, thank you. This one comes from just honest feeling and being able to set them free in words.

Robert Johnson November 22, 2014 at 9:50 PM The light of darkness envelopes and enshrouds. It can leave you wondering forever in the clouds. Awaiting future breezes to blow away the fog. And let the blood of life flow free that lies so cruelly clog. Brave write Meg. Peace. :) Meg Anderson November 22, 2014 at 10:42 PM Robert, thank you. It has been freeing to express myself in words.