A Tale Within Treasure, Buried Within Secrets

A Tale Within Treasure, Buried Within Secrets

As the words release a sense of feeling, as it becomes digested into an others mind
a voice shall pass, with whispers in fear, so much to conceive, a thought so concrete
dropping of a petal that once clutched to a stem built with such life
soft breeze now passes, the pedals are now lifted in form of grief, tasting tense, feeling of chance
stutters remain in image, as acceptance of one to lie, is placed next to one to deny
negative words spoken from the base of madness, trickling off the surface as rain equals sadness
drifting pass shore, left alone, left ignored, footprints to remember, halos now severed
memory expanding into distance, as photographs capture a past moment, with in a flick of each eyelid
the dig of a hole, for a place full of sorrow, as the knock to a door, to a liquid to swallow
with everything at stake, blessed through prayer before a full plate, captured a prose, distant yet close
happiness now lies as a hidden treasure, covered in practice, buried within secrets
for all that matters, in a sequence that ends in doubt
only lonely to feel, so much pain to be brought