Words puffed into secret boxes,

They're louder than words said openly,

They may just have been whispered,

They may also have been written on sheets;


They may have been pegged to the heart,

However quietly you think they were spoken,

Louder than journal's letters they still become,

Standing behind the windows of our emotions;


They macerate the eye until it spits rivers,

And decorate cemeteries with unending corpses,

Secret words are more dangerous than venoms,

They are the actions that speaks louder than voice;


Whispered secrets are said to affect the now,

Unshared secrets sit in the park for tomorrow,

But this is what is done by the written secrets,

They await the paleness of generations to come.

Secrets

TheLastWordrior

Author: Toochi