Riddled through with eyes
Dogs my furtive footsteps
Creeps my sweating skin
Turns me round and around
Though, unseen, I think, by any,
Or, maybe seen, perhaps,
Yet does my anxious mind
See shadows in the dark
Concealment is my friend
My prison too, at that
Hidden from prying eyes
But nervous of surprise
Too fearful to confront
Lest give away the deed
If blackmail be their wont
They’ll cut me piece by piece
I know not where to go
I cannot flee the past
Recall my foolish acts
My foolish acts of rash
Suspect my fellow man
Despise those nearest me
Hide my deepest secret
Whose bell doth toll for me
Oh, ease this shameful load
Anoint my mortal head
Cause me spill my heartache
And face twelve honest men
To close my eyes in sleep
Trade kind again for kind
To walk into the sun
And need not glance behind
Deny, my mind will break
Hide, my back will bend
Confess, my soul is free
And, free, our eyes may meet
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beautfully penned !
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Thank you, Muskan!
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Concealment is my friend, prison, too….Wow. Deny, my mind will break. Hide my back will bend. Confess…ah, there, my friend, is what makes that concealment a prison. If people I know in my day to day world read this blog…the judgement and anger and lashing out would push me into another sort of prison.
This is a stunning work, Will.
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Thank you, Kris. I wanted to explore what it’s like to carry guilt and feel suspicious, and to fear being found out.
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You seem to have nailed it.
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Wonderful & classy ☀️👌😀
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Thank you! 😊👍✍
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Hello, Sir Will. It’s been a while. Just passing by to check on you. How are you? How have you been doing? Stay safe.
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I’m doing well, Cynthia! Thank you for asking. How about you? Is everything going ok? You’re writing well – keep it up 🙂
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Hello sir how are you doing today
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I’m doing very well, thank you. How are you ?
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