I have a story that needs to eb told.
It holds the secrets to my soul.
That are so dark that the truth should never be told.
I waited on baited breathe to tell them.
Then I remember the truth that boils the blood inside.
I have story that I want to tell.
It is the one that the grave shall not keep.
The one that only my enemies will feed.
A problem lies with telling it.
There are no ears will ever hear it.