The wind whispers sensational stuff
if you are attuned enough to hear
Try breathing out what you know
but cannot say due to promise or fear
Or they will fester within you,
on your face leaving damp trails.
Guarding your lips against smiles
Skeletons with their elaborate tales.
They sit on their throne, your heart
Colouring future with shades of the past Charting the journey of your life
sitting on contested on your ship's mast
Daring you to suspend all pretence
pulling your mask cruelly away
You smile and hide to protect
what they ask can you can't say
It floats and weeps in the waves
and languidly dims the moonlight
You reach out with your fingers
but there is nothing to hug or hold tight
The secrets in your heart weigh a lot
it takes a part of the soul to save
Honour forbids you from speaking
hold that breath until you reach your grave.
A literature student interested in whatever life is offering and more so in what it is not.