SHE NEVER TOLD.

[dadio]

Not to tell anyone Uncle Pasno
Said and she remembers that

The words his way of talking the
Times he used to tuck her into

Bed and read her stories from
The old book and then often he’d

Touch her move his hand under
The covers and all the time saying

Shush shush and in the darkness
It’d sound like steam train what

With him shushing her and the
Creak of the bed and now as she

Looks at his coffin being lowered
Into the grave and the flowers at

The side all white and pink and red
She still thinks about him and the

Creaking bed and the touching and
Breathing and whispered words

And the promises she had to make
And the secrets kept and the deeds

Covered up pretty much like he is
Now but it doesn’t seem good or

Peaceful or anyway right somehow
She ought to have said should have

Told someone if only years later some
Time down the line but she never

Did never said a word never broke
The secret never once pointed the

Finger just the darkness now as the
Burning and sordid memories linger.

[saw]

cool artwork .... the poem paints a dark tale of abuse not uncommon since the dawn of man........

[dadio]

thank your, Saw.

[Arcadia]

Did never said a word never broke
The secret never once pointed the

Finger just the darkness now as the
Burning and sordid memories linger.

well portraited, the last lines could be appropiate to depicted any kind of abuse. Luckily, sometimes, the secret pact is broken.

[dadio]

thank you Arcadia.