**SECRET**

Want to know a secret?

Let me choose which one to tell.

I will grace you with the truth.

I just need my strength to sell.

I am cursed with the worst of 'd's.

Destructive, damaged, deadly.

I am drained.

I am stained.

I can't say out loud.

I've made peace with it.

But not with my spirit.

It seeks a chance to leave.

When it gets hard to breathe.

The walls keep closing in.

The caged heart stops its beat.

My soul is punctured.

But still I choose.

On whom, life I would ooze.

Makes me a hypocrite. 

For not believing my own words.

Yet I sell my strength and grit.

Show others, it is a beautiful world.

I keep a secret from them all.

I point out colors of life for others.

But I am colorblind from within.

Without senses and recognition.

I am a disease.

Of a severe condition. 

Destroyed is such a secret.

Where I admit I am not living. 

I am just a shallow surface.

Smiling and covered over the dead.

Are you sure you want to know my secret?

I don't have much to tell.

Just a tale of devoid.

Trying my strength to sell.

Published by:  Robin Hossain