Secrets IV:

He
lives a life plagued
with secrets.

So riddled his existence -
past, and present - with secrets,
that he cannot give
proof; proof exposing
what he is not
to tell, to do.

Secrets; secrets
of family and secrets
of friend, secrets
of business and personal
secrets, secrets
of Love - secret,
and not; so bloody

Many

Secrets; secrets
to keep secret; secrets
to keep track of.

He
once watched
the foundation of his being
lacerate itself
into inconsequence
with nothing
but the razor
of secrets.

So he would tell tonight
once more what he has told
for five years - if you
have a secret to tell -
do not tell to him.

Secrets
kill - like the slow,
dry-rot eating old
country barns, secrets
tear heart and mind
to shreds, one piece
at a time -
the slow decay.

Secrets
poison the self
against the self,
against other selves -
against all selves,
even
unconnected selves.

Secrets -
if you would ask
Bones
to keep your secret -
do not.

Secrets
only need be kept
if they are kept,
and he will not die
this way - the slow rot
of heart poison - he
will not keep
secrets.

_{( To those who would have secrets secret :: December 7, 2010 )}