DARK SECRETS

Everybody has secrets because everybody believes they lead a normal life.

I drift through the pages of life,

I roam between the hands of time,

I wander in and out of consequences;

I ride high, I ride low,

I sail in clear waters with a free spirit,

And when the storm sets in,

I am lost rudderless,

Caught off-guard in deep oceans.

Sometimes on solitary nights,

When ominous signs hang in the sky

And murky moods hang in the mind,

My past crumbles at my trembling feet.

My conscience

Is victimized like a dragonfly tethered to the fancies of a juvenile mind.

The air turns suffocating,

It stinks like a bat-infested cave

And shrills like the musings of a million raucous insects.

The vision of what lies ahead is eclipsed by the burden of what I left behind.

Its the haunting of the dark secrets again.

(A wonderful fact to reflect upon, that every human creature is constituted to be that profound secret and mystery to each other. A solemn consideration, when I enter a great city by night, that every one of those darkly clustered houses its own secret; that every room in every one of them encloses its own secret; that every beating heart in the hundreds of thousands of breasts there, is, in some of its imaginings, a secret to the heart nearest it! - 'A Tale Of Two Cities' by Charles Dickens)