Saturday 10 January 2015

Prying Eyes

Hidden lies, guilty secrets
A night of prying eyes discovered

Face went white, heartbeats quickened
As Pandora opened her box

Confrontation never looks pretty
This one had an ugliness never seen before

Words danced about, angry and unrestrained
But the soul weakened with each utterance

What do you know,
The truth ain't pretty either

The circle of trust fades away
In its place is now a big blotch of doubt

The prying eyes are just tired now
The guilty secrets, just mistakes

What's left?
A dull ache
A hollow of other words that were swallowed
No hate. No love.

Isn't that just fair enough?
The prying eyes got just what they deserved.

2 comments:

  1. After reading this, I remember what I love about writing.

    Happy New Year!

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  2. Thank you, Paul :)
    That means a lot.

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