My Secret Lives in the Darkness

by Alex Viladomiu aged 14

My secret lives in the darkness
And rests under my bed
But it always visits my head
Especially my heart

When my family is together
I always wear it
In a small and hidden pocket

It feels worse
Than than what a human
Should ever imagine

I makes me want to run
Run far as I can
Run and never look back
But deep in my heart
I know that it will always be there

It tastes horrible
Similar to a tasteless rough stone
The secret eats all the colours
And leaves no joy for others
In the end
Darkness is all that remains

It can be lifeless
Lifeless, rough and cold
But it can quickly change
And become a scorching fire
That destroys happiness and dreams

I can not reveal it
And you do not want to hear it

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