To hide a poem
Is to hide a piece of the soul
Poetry is only kept secret
If the words start with truth
And the letters breathe life
Hiding poetry
Is like locking away the past
A treasure trove full of adventure-
Tainted by rust and blood.
Sadly, once the box is unlocked,
One may find it to all be but dust
Poems scattered to the wind
Memories, once hidden, now forever lost