CREATIVE - POETRY
Dark waters bury my secrets
Knowledge of the forbidden upsets the soul....
troubled are the waters of deep dark sin.
Without a tale does not tell,
that crawling underneath all is not well.
Froth and thick mire,
disguise the water and lay straights dire.
Lift my head Spirit on High,
knowledge of the forbidden bring great sighs.
Wrapped irony and ruse,
dark times bring a soul's purple bruise.
Who can see the through,
all the pains and sins that shadows knew.
troubled thoughts are quiet atrocities within.
First written in opinionsofeye.com
Copyright © 2010 D. Sager
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