The Dark Song

The dark song escaped my chamber.
My private music is free.
I have shared my secret shame.

I want to project an image of power.
Any sign of weakness will crush me.
If I misstep, I will fall into the depths.

I look out my window frantically.
Perhaps no one is has heard my words.
I sigh with relief for just a moment.

How do I accept any peace?
I hide fragments of my past life.
My friends would leave if they knew.

Today I pray for relief.
Can hope return to me?
Despite my fear, I remain strong.

W. Wayne B.

© 2012 W. Wayne B.

About William Wayne Smith

I'm a poet, library fan and maker.
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