These secrets of mine none can know.
Their harbor slowly kills me though,
a little more each day, each year.
Weeds choke my mind. I reap I sow.

Thusly I remain, stuck right here.
All hope is gone no end is near.
Lost no matter the path I take.
This maze of secrets built with fear.

Though none are left whom I might trust,
self included, although I must
No more tears have I left to weep.
This journey mine, this trip to dust.

My secrets are both dark and deep,
burdensome thoughts, they’re mine to keep.
Haunting my dreams each night I sleep.
Nightmares in truth. I’ve sown, I reap.

M. Zane McClellan

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