My world of Secrets

Tear drops hold my secrets,
Then hit the ground.
The Secrets soak inside us,
Where they're not disturbed or found.

The spiteful words of others,
Are held inside the rain.
It's their secret though,
Because those words mask my pain.

The dark is my safe haven,
For these abandoned mysteries of MS.
And still the world fails to notice me,
Like walking past the blowing trees.

These people hide with passion,
Like they'd die if it was free.
But secrets will consume just like me,
They won't know which them to be.

But the rain holds some hope,
Holds the proverbial aid.
And It masks all my secrets,
All the mistakes I’ve have made.

Everyone has a secret even MS,
That they hope goes down the drain.
But secrets never go away,
I just hide until it rains
Til I give all my secrets away
in my world of secrets.



Gerry Armour

I never was much for poetry, but that was felt , verry good poem.

this is lovely.
thankyou for sharing.
welcome