so i dug up the ground
and buried it
My secret grew
grew and grew
until it was something new
This new secret was big
so huge it broke the ground
i was scared people would see
so i called a friend
we blocked it with a tree
The next day, she was dead
I felt i killed her
so i called my sister
we buried my friend
under the tree
beside my secret
My sister tripped
on a branch from the tree
she fell and hit her head
and i left her
there beside my secret
My father saw this happen
he ran towards the tree
i thought he would grab me
so i turned to flee
but the shock caught up with him
his heart gave way
what more can i say
he fell under the tree
right beside my sister
my friend and my secret
I had a little secret
nothing sinister
so, i buried it
it grew and grew
and killed my father
my friend and my sister
6 comments:
Nonny.
I love ur blog and your poetry, i am not usually a fan of poetry but am warming to urs
Deep.
You my friend are
".. a bluesman in the life of the mind, a jazzman in the world of ideas" - Cornel West
Thank you :)
i always knew u were deep but this is a whole new side.
it's amazing,u have done well and really grown....
Very impressive. And you thought i was better than you...how naive. :)
Hey missy...
I'm really enjoying your blog. You are quite unique (smile).
...and you are right - that's how it goes with secrets. We bury them and they grow and grow until they hurt the ones we love the most.
I'm also happy you joined my blog (Climb.Reach.Achieve) - hope you enjoy it, as I yours.
~cheers!
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