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