In the silent sanctity of night,
I shed secrets like a serpent
Discards its used flesh
They tumble to the ground,
Breadcrumbs for the lost to find
With each step, more pain
Is revealed, another betrayal
Unearthed
Soft mutterings carried on the breeze,
Whispers sounding from just behind,
No one is safe from the fingers
Of my reach,
In the secrets I deal
© 28 December 2019, by Haley Scully
Happy New Year
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Thank you! Happy New Year to you, as well!
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So Nice poetry and thoughts Haley
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Thank you so much! That means a lot to me!
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You are most welcome🤗
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Very nice work, great imagery and inspiring too. Wonderful job.
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Aww, thank you so much!! I truly appreciate you reading and commenting! Your kind words mean a lot to me. 💗
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Reblogged this on Introverted Creativity and commented:
This is one of my favorite poems on the blog. So, I thought I’d give it a little boost! I also increased the font size, so it’s hopefully easier to read now!
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