Secrets Stained Sepia Poem by Tiffany Rose Moczydlowski
Secrets Stained Sepia
This noose tightens on my tongue;
Comfort from it is wrung.
Its dying words in pain reveal
The lonely fate it had to weild.
On my eyes dwell screens of clouds;
A presence of mist to enshroud
What stricken thoughts they keep enclosed,
For perilous they are to expose.
Now my mouth I keep under lock and key;
My eyes bear veils of mystery.
Were I to truly speak my mind
My soul may leave my life behind.
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