Sara Murad Poet Free verse

The Hidden Truth

Listening to him saying his words,
Feeling the pain all over again,
Smearing my soul 
With the blood of dark, 
And feeling the eerie 
Killing my heart,
is what i call a hidden truth

Happiness and sadness 
Then sadness and sadness
Capturing my heart
Oppressively 
Warding the power in me away, 
Killing the innocent child in me 
is what I call a hidden truth

This subdued soul of mine 
How pity it resist its agony 
And rival its pain
To paint my heart 
With brightful colors
And resurrect
my innocent child again 
is what I call a hidden truth

the day I filled my heart
with happiness 
the day I filled my heart 
with warmness
the day I wished it 
to be eternity 
has disappeared 
with a blink of an eye.
With a blink of an eye 
The past repeated it self and still.
Is what I call a hidden truth  ...

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