Secrets

Secrets need to be told

Hopes and dreams

Just that

Fears and regrets

Entrenched

Some secrets are secrets to me

I want to realise things

Hopes, talents, opportunities

Plodding along

Time running out when I’m only 19

I’m a confused little kid

Told I’m a frail old man

I’m searching, screaming

For someone, not just anyone

But I don’t know who she is

Or where to find her

I’m lost

Searching for secrets

I might as well be dead

© Benjamin Solah 2005