Poem: Kryptos

i look for you

hiding in my graveyard of secrets

mud on my boots

poison in my veins

on the tip of my tongue 

like a cancerous song

no luck

no luck 

no luck 

am i scared

or am i wrong

the wind casts a dark spell

all i find is my shadow

i put down the shovel 

and join with the wolves 

once again

howl at the moon in contempt

how dare you call yourself friend

and withhold such secrets. 

 

 

a. b. martin

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