Poetry: Secrets
sometimes,
i cry looking at the dessert sky
the stars of which i lay my wishes on
gently whispers 'there, there'
water blesses my pale cheeks
as i soak in gloom
just thinking
exhaustingly most of the time
as if I'm used to such dark days
soul sighing to my fate
that i tied on my own, with this barren hands
so tightly that i lost myself
what happens now?
i've written my story but it's unfinished still
missing its pages of chapters that shouldn't be read
nor shared to many
like dry skin still leeching on
it's best
for secrets to remain as secrets
By Jessica John Posko
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