A Skeleton in the closet(Awakens)
The skeleton never died
Hidden and preserved
In a coffin of lies
For years it waited
A forgotten landmine
Wanting to explode
In the shifting of time
With anticipation
Of its inevitable reveal
We hold onto the peace
That we must steal
Soon the truth
Will raise its hand
To pierce the lies
We have covered in sand
For when the skeleton
Is revealed
Not a single soul
Will have a shield
And as it tears
Our lies asunder
So many families
Will shatter in the thunder
5 Comments:
A dark tone here James. I can only imagine at what you are alluding to.
We all have skeltons- and sometimes we unearth them or they unearth themselves because there is no other course that can unfold.
Care to share your inspiration for this piece?
Always here for my brothee....never think that you are alone.
I love you
Sistee
Always here for you brother...
Never think that you are alone!
I love you
Sistee
Intriguing poem Beufort.
forgotten?
i think not.
its amazing.
and nothing is shattered, i promise i wont let that happen.
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