Secrets

by Edward Oropeza   Dec 30, 2012


She was terribly beating down,
piece by piece her soul is broken,
Her beauty was not meant to praise,
But an occasion for the merciless,
of greed for passion,
whose cries rang amid of tears,
Her Robe is soaked with blood,
the blood of guilt and anger,
The world she knew,
is the world of darkness...
Blood of the same blood,
swallowed in her very own stream,
This is not her tragedy,
but of her stalker,
whose laughter echoed in the abyss,

Time has kept all these secrets,
in a box of her heart,
and no one can dare to open it,
for she herself made it without a key,
And she can tell the world,
She's standing again with secrets untold.

**under Love is...category, for self love might means a love to count, when no one can do it for u...

©Edward Oropeza

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  • 11 years ago

    by CathyButterflyJC

    A very touching poem, it spoke to me right at the core, and I love this poem

  • 11 years ago

    by Baby Rainbow

    I can see why you placed it in this category but for me it belongs somewhere else. It has a deep sadness in it but also a hint of darkness through out with the mystery between the lines.

    The poem is very powerful and I related to it a lot in parts. The inner feelings and emotions that you have described, perhaps the regret of certain situations, memories, choices.

    Good work

    • 11 years ago

      by Edward Oropeza

      Yes, it is, a choices to be made, a choice that in the end we will be going to embrace forever...to stand still or to remain broken down forever....