Dreadful Secret
I look up and see their faces--
They're bland, undecided feelings.
I know they have a secret--
Eating them alive.
I can see the pain, sarrow--
They hold my hand.
I listen, the secret is revealed--
Wishing it stayed a secret.
I can feel the darkness hover--
Keeping it within.
I pray to be dreaming--
Although it stays the same.
She's gone, she's gone.
There is nothing to be done.
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