The pain is so great,
it feels as though,
there is salt in the wound,
that excruciating feeling,
When the feeling first comes,
it’s as if someone is poking,
with the sharp end of a sword,
and blood trickles down,
There it is,
the salt in the wound,
it feels awful,
like a thousand tiny needles,
there is nothing worse,
than salt in a wound.
As the light fades,
through the curtains,
again and again,
it slowly turns dark,
There is something covering,
the ever dimming sun,
to make it fade,
into the starlight,
As the sun,
slowly sets in the distance,
it grows darker and darker,
and day slowly becomes night,
As the light fades,
everything is put to sleep,
but the stars shimmer,
even in the darkness,
When the sun fades,
down into the horizon,
the light drifts off,
to an unknown place.
There are some things,
that we don’t want anyone to know,
they can be dark and dank,
and sometimes even painful,
These secrets are to be held,
deep within the soul,
so they cannot escape,
into the world,
These dark things,
are to be kept,
locked away forever,
away from the world’s grasp,
Many things are left unknown,
buried and lost,
under rubble and sand,
very rarely are these secrets are uncovered,
Behind hidden doors,
or dark curtains,
these secrets lie,
awaiting to be discovered.