Where secrets lurk, thoughts dance, troubles surge
Shifting sands in truths we can’t ignore.
I knew so little of this life
A sneaky whisper of secrets spilled.
I am the forbidden fruit,
Bitter now is my soul.
Doubt shards everywhere,
Identity lost in shadows.
Who am I neath this veil
Torn of innocence forcefully stripped
Questions crash against the slate.
But the noise returned is senseless
Forbidden dreams flow.
Tough truths bring
Troubled thoughts unravel
Then oxidise like copper.
Identity is a mishmash.
Found in the shadows
And leaves an unclear path.
About the Creator
Malky McEwan
Curious mind. Author of three funny memoirs. Top writer on Quora and Medium x 9. Writing to entertain, and inform. Goal: become the oldest person in the world (breaking my record every day).
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