Locked up and concealed in chain
Their light covered by merciless rain
Perchance thoughts are best left in mind
And countenance better left resigned
Eating slowly away at vulnerable soul
Never once imagining their toll
Yet refusing still to be ever revealed
Forming scars never to be healed
In the darkness with thoughts I’m alone
These secrets are set in eternal stone
Shivering in the prevailing storm and gale
Under weight of riddles, mind is frail
In a universe of tears I feel so small
Into a pit of helplessness I continue to fall
I still strive to find my imaginary worth
Worth not found in secrets’ wicked mirth
However I try, they will not be set to flame
Confining me to the prisoner I once became
Lonely and forgotten in a prison of regret
Tormented by the secrets that I cannot forget