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
The Writings of William C. Pennington 
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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