Eyes are closed.
Writing in darkness.
Truth will be known.
By the end of this poem.
This is a fear.
Yes. it is a fear.
Unknowing of what the hands will write.
What the hands will reveal
From this soul's
Dark secrets.
Unsteady gazes linger in the depths-
Memories.
Memories of that which have been wept.
This is all in the dark.
Yes all in the dark
Writing, writing
What Is secret even to my heart.
