Description: Sigh... I hate when this happends.. I wrote this poem on paper and never put a date.. sigh.. so the date is unknown although I do remeber writing it so i suppose thats a start hehe.. let me know what you think!
My secrets unfold
one by one
they come out
of this so carefully designed box
"Allow no one"
"Accept no attempts"
But I did and now all I do is question
I shed these heavy tear ducts
Night after night
Not knowing... what to think of myself
Things have changed
Not for the better
But for the worst
I made certain choices in my life...
I made certain goals in my life
And .. Allowing no one.. Accepting no attempts
Into this carefully designed box
Was a choice I made...
So long ago
But I've allowed someone
Behind those walls that keep me in and "them" out!
For this wound within
And will not quiet!
But for this I have no one to blame
I know exactly of the pain you are describing All through my life I always kept the pain in afraid to let it out because of what new pain it may bring Well as the years went on that pain festered inside and brought on an incredible debilatating depression I was so sad ansd suicidal Now Thank God with the Love of The Lord and The Love of family and friends behind me everything is so clear Never again will I lrt that pain bring me back down to the Hell I was living My only advice is to let out that pain slowly and deal with it the best you can SLOWLY Dont rush it!!! Trust me you will start feeling better If you need someone to talk to you can always PM me I promise I will answer God Bless Ron
And Thank You for all the kind words you recently gave me on my Poems I very much appreciate it THANK YOU Ron
This is a true poem, i feel everyone can relate to it. Writting style is unique. Everyone have secrets, i to have, and have done the mistakes of revealing them to other and then being stabded on back. Its is appricating how you showcased what happens when a wrong choice is made. And telling secret is a choice which when proved wrong can not be blamed on others, since revealing is totallu up to us but somehow we flow in emotion and share our secrets with them and what happens next is a regreatfull.
Well it blleds the heart from inside, it make us mute for it was purely our mistake and even before doing this mistake we know about it.
Good poem, lots of feeling in it. a couple minor spelling mistakes that if corrected would make the flow alot better, like "accpect" I believe should be "accept" and "quiet" should be "quit", but I am kind of a spelling freak :) still a good poem though, Your Friend, Dean