It lives in cupped hands
Around sorry ears,
Behind closed mouths shut up tight,
A wrench in the steel factory gears.
A hidden prism refracting light,
Shining through the cracks in firmly pressed fingers.
It’s a word
They will not dare to say,
To share.
A sword that they must put away
For the world has a gun.
One too many tries to change,
To be like everyone
And now the bullets are raining down,
And I’m afraid you cannot run.
So, instead, they hide,
Keeping the secret locked inside.
Posted in response to the challenge Secret.
Comments
I love this so much, and the rhyme at the end makes it all the more powerful! :)
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