Secrets

You ask me time-and-time again,

are there things from you I hid?

My answer always remains the same,

but could it be that I did?

I tell you parts from my past,

just the scraps, the known facts.

It’s true though love, there’s more than that.

There are more parts to my past.

The pains from hell that come along

to haunt me ’till I too am gone.

The dancing figures lined in gold,

waving to my disfigured soul.

As I look on gold turns to rust,

and finally from rust to dust.

Flowing around me, forming a cage.

Just like the one concealing my rage.

Their laughter dies and all is still,

and then I know their heart is as well.

But through the pain and through it all,

they still will come with me.

At least until mine is as well.

Written; July 31st, 2018

-Monachopsis