Secrets

As I lay awake in bed at night My secrets haunt me, devil’s delight Though invisible, they’re plain in sight Stenciled images in black and white They scream and wail, unending fight For freedom from their burial site My body stays but my soul it leaves It bobs and weaves through memories My past unveiled, innocence grieves Stains on white linen, sheets and sleeves Locks and chains as one perceives Often attract crooked ones and thieves The keys to locks my soul retrieves As secrets flow into open air Black and white images stenciled there They swirl above, and moan despair The truth of which they’re now aware Is suddenly far too much to bear So they disperse, again prepare Because in war all is fair