The Secret
poem
She’s angry, she’s furious, caught in the chaos
Addicted to running, consumed with avoidance
She’s tired of all of these loud, insane noises
She closes her eyes, she sees blossoms and daffodils
Bullets rain down on a solder in battle
His spirit is crushed, and his faith has been rattled
The rifle is ready to fire at anything moving or creeping somewhere in the shadows
The CEO has all the money he needs
But he murdered a boy for his feverish dreams
Now he sits in a mansion, adorned in his blood-guilt
Remembering playgrounds and sandcastle fortresses
We thought the grownups were hiding a secret,
But kids are the ones who protect it and keep it
We’re so clumsily fumbling towards lumosity
Caught in the grips of a terrible odyssey
Hearing the speeches, the sermons, and talks
But the lessons we learned are worth nothing at all
I guess maybe it’s time we forgot how to walk
Thank you for reading.
