It seems my life is cryptical
always forever elliptical
as I again orbit around myself
another unread book on a shelf
All of these secrets kept within
a true bounty of virtue and sin
yet left here forever unread
hiding behind words still unsaid
A life lived below the surface
where only I can then trace
these lines penned in ink
leading right up to the brink
Playing these haunting tunes
as cryptic as buried runes
I again now lead you astray
with rhyming verse I now say
But this is the dearest price
of not willing to recite twice
words meant for others to read
decipher this poetic life I lead
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(All of these secrets kept within
a true bounty of virtue and sin
yet left here forever unread
hiding behind words still unsaid)
A verse that encapsulates poets. A beautiful poem of taking what's inside and putting it out for others
(Playing these haunting tunes
as cryptic as buried runes
I again now lead you astray
with rhyming verse I now say)
Love the poem a fave
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