Bright is the day,
And the truth isn't at display,
But the night prevails,
And discovers the box,
In which secrets are stocked.
Why is it so ?
One may ask.
Finding the answer is simple,
Not a difficult task.
Scared are people of the light,
As their sins it does not hide,
Only in darkness they confide,
As rules of light,
It does not abide.
YOU ARE READING
On The Inside
PoetryThere is a build up, a build up deep within you , of emotions, pain, weakness, love, hurt and anger, one of them or everything at once in all its glory. It hits you hard and slowly creeps out through cracks and gives you a glimpse of whats...
