Behind Closed Doors.

It’s 3 o’clock in the morning,

the bewitching hour.

When dreams take a walk-about.

A slow meander on un-cut paths where foliage grow.

Tiptoeing through a maze of deeds and family secrecy

intertwined with forbidden familial folklore.

Each footstep brings you closer to the whispers.

The hush-ups with the reverse spin…

“You better not say a word”,

“We don’t want people to know”

“Hush”.

These whispers revising my reality, muffling its cries.

Sacrificing truth while this pain intensifies.

Let me tell the truth

before this sin smothers

all the air I breathe.

Let me tell someone, everyone

what is being done to me!

The burden of this betrayal has crippled my faith.

These bruises fester,

giving rise to horns on top of my head

I see evil in my reflection.

I cannot wash myself clean.

What have I done?

This filth upon my person,

defiles me and all that I am

Why do you shut the door and tell false tales?

Open the doors and the windows,

Open them wide and set me free!

Shout this crime four corners wide,

allow the winds to spread the word… Violence!

I can’t hide anymore and we are lost without truth,

Light, I need light, Keep your hands off of me!

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{Art Out.}