Whispers make me nervous.

They make me fidget even more.

What accusations

are said behind that closed door? Continue reading


This Secret Might be the Death of Me

What do you mean
it won’t happen today?
Keeping secrets –
not really my forte.
I need to tell.
I so desire to share.
Making me wait –
kinda mean and unfair.
Let me help you
with an explanation.
I will describe
the situation.
Picture a dam
holding back the vast sea.
Now look closer
because that dam is me.
And the water
is that darn ol’ secret
I have to keep –
I can’t share quite yet.
“I can’t hold it
together much longer,”
Scotty worried
he thought they were goners.
I can relate –
this is all I can take.
Leaks are springing –
this dam is sure to break!


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