THE MYSTERY HAND
Whispered shouting
Shattered lows
Secret evils
No one shows
Lasting confusion
Hidden means
Angry laughter
Still unseen
Running, spiriling
In circles we run
Chasing our tails
Til the rising sun
I've questioned many
And many lie
As I listen
To their alabi
What is it now?
What do I hear?
Is this the truth?
That's stinging clear?
My deepest secrets
My hidden thought
Revolves around
A man named Scott
Is he my friend
From days gone by
His fate is such
A f***** up lie
I'm here to help
To understand
Why he has played
This mystery hand.
~Yvonne Renee Moore