ELEVENTH POEM
A SECRET WITHOUT AN IDENTITY
The aggression of a question mark.
She stares through light and dark.
As restless as time...
curiosity in her prime.
a tribal mark with a trace.
She sashays with pride;
her motive, she can't hide.
Inquisitiveness immensely deep;
this quest can't be put to sleep.
A very thirsty question.
The answer; a pin in an ocean.
Are you cheating on me?
A question that may forever be.
Truth, deep down the grave;
situation may never be saved.
Answers apparently on the run.
My heart is having no fun.
A secret without an identity...
I swiftly lose my sanity
SUBMITTED BY MC SHAPIRO
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