Locked

Locked,

Behind closed doors,

In this house of pain,

Locked.

Trapped,

By these iron bars,

Made by"His"hand,

Trapped.

Hated,

By all who know,

The secret "We"share,

Hated.

Loved,

By the few,

That don't know the whole truth,

Loved.

Stung,

Are these tears in my eyes,

By the secret I carry,

Stung.

Reviews

[Wild Spirit]

I don't hate you and I think I sort of know the secret

[Rene Salinas]

The sould is a boudless place it doesn't matter how many books or poetry you read there are infinite ways to describe the soul but if there is to be some agreement as to what happens inside that mysterious place is the fact the it possesses the power of reflection and when you tell us that Locke Locked and Trapped Trapped I wonder if the soul reflection reaches out to action through will and as if we could call it touching then it senses back in and it calls that reflection back. But in one of them stages it reached something inside and it is no longer possible to go out becuase it needs the will to be able to do that hence the expression "free -will" that turned into something that you are not willing to share. The cross you bear. A weight.

It is intimate and I thankyou

[potato]

Thank you for your kind words. And you picked up on the reflections.