Where secrets lurk, thoughts dance, troubles surge
Shifting sands in truths we can’t ignore.
I knew so little of this life
A sneaky whisper of secrets spilled.
I am the forbidden fruit,
Bitter now is my soul.
Doubt shards everywhere,
Identity lost in shadows.
Who am I neath this veil
Torn of innocence forcefully stripped
Questions crash against the slate.
But the noise returned is senseless
Forbidden dreams flow.
Tough truths bring
Troubled thoughts unravel
Then oxidise like copper.
Identity is a mishmash.
Found in the shadows
And leaves an unclear path.
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Malky McEwan
Curious mind. Author of three funny memoirs. Top writer on Quora and Medium x 9. Writing to entertain, and inform. Goal: become the oldest person in the world (breaking my record every day).
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Love this poem! Great Work.
In the depths of the human mind, where secrets are kept and thoughts swirl, troubles can rise like a stormy sea. The truth can be unstable, leaving us uncertain about the very essence of our being.
Troubled thoughts unravel Then oxidise like copper. Oooo, these lines were fantastic! Loved your poem!