"The Tuesday Transcriber"

Torture

A secret kept hidden,
for the want was forbidden -
and the torture I felt on my own soul dealt,
left me overridden,
guilt-ridden.
So, beside myself in the heat I knelt.

A cry in the night
of an unseen plight
is overheard, but our screams all sound the same.
My heart offered, contrite,
but it only ignites
and there no more is left to claim.

A fact made known
and thus written in stone
is that you will never a tear set free
for one so prone to stand alone
in the way of stones thrown.
No, not nearly for the likes of me.

C. Mason
Jan. 2013