A blog for the midnight epiphanies and idle thoughts of a hopeless wordaholic.
The Sunday Muse #180
My lips are sealed.’
I am the keeper of
dark secrets passed
to me by those
who came before
I do not speak of the
tortured souls they
left behind,. My eye
is ever open, seeking
respite from the
burden I bear.
Being the keeper of secrets can be a heavy burden indeed! Glad to see you at the Muse Bev, and I love the direction the image took you.
Fun Boy Three would love this! ("Our Lips Are Sealed")
"My eye / is ever open, seeking / respite from the / burden I bear." Damn! That is a heavy load!
I'm thinking of Sisyphus when I read this. If only the speaker could get to a place where they can unburden themselves.
I love your response to the prompt!
The burden is bound to be a daunting task. It works on the mind like a conscience so strong.Hank
That's a big burden, Bev. Stay aware so that you don't become a tortured who is left behind...
This reminds me of hearing about lists of people to avoid in certain industries. Powerful poem.
The keeper of secrets is indeed a heavy burden.
Oh it's a tortured walk the keeper of secrets must step. Great writing!
Secrets are indeed a heavy load. Nicely told Bev.
Ooh, well said, Bev!
Bev, this is a perfect image / poetry pairing!!