there are no secrets kept from those who left us
they know all and tell no one
there are no secrets kept from those who left us
the grieved grieve their loss of wonder and curiosity
the last question that drives us mad
is whispered to the spirits and it makes them sad
are they laughing because they are in on the joke
are they furious because it was all for naught
are they happy in the ease of eternal serenity
the dead know all and tell no one
keeping one mystery alive
is their last bit of fun
if the living dare to feel their pain
the sorrowful secret drives them insane
About the Creator
Hufflecup
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Comments (1)
Such an interesting concept for a poem. I have not read one like it. Please continue writing.