Raven

The Moth Diaries, Poetry
2005-03-05 19:45:18 (UTC)

Poem 33- Hidden Past (8)

i have never met anyone
with quite so dark a past as you.
your eyes hold hidden depths,
that you try and keep within you.

your lip trembles when i ask
but it never forms a word to say.

the tall turrets of a mind,
locked in termoil with itself
point into the sky of hope.
though hope does not exist with a past like yours.

your hands have lines that predict the future,
and hold history within curled fingers,
scarred from a martyrd soul.

© Lucy Griffin March05




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