Now cold
My thoughts
Untold
I haven't slept a wink.
A message
Bold
Inside me
Holds
Regrets I dare not speak.
But where to go?
Or what to do?
My soul could start a riot
But the truth inside
Burns shame and pride
Remains and I stay quiet.
-Victor Tinsdale
1 comment:
I think everyone has a little bit of this, inside. Sadly.
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