Secret

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.

Sunflower

Acer Sacharrum

VT

15 years old

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