My Secret
when i told you
my secret
my deep, dark secret
which had been buried
in the sands of time
yet still eating away at me
when i gave that secret a voice
you listened
and when i thought it could never be
taken, away, the shame, the hurt, the guilt
you became my
divine intervention
without you,
i would not be here today
Poem manufactured by the Proletariat Poetry Factory
my secret
my deep, dark secret
which had been buried
in the sands of time
yet still eating away at me
when i gave that secret a voice
you listened
and when i thought it could never be
taken, away, the shame, the hurt, the guilt
you became my
divine intervention
without you,
i would not be here today
Poem manufactured by the Proletariat Poetry Factory
