One day late, yesterday’s WordPress writing prompt, this word sparked off a poem about exposing the truth. I wonder what the big secret is?
Eventually the truth will come out, it always does. I know your secret. So it should be no surprise when I expose how the story really goes.
X marks the spot, I know what happened there. And for the truth you all must
Prepare. X marks the spot.
Over there, where the grass is now almost bare.
Sunken in. The x marks a spot of sin.
Under the tree,
Reveals the spot in which he met his fate. I watched it all, one evening while sat quietly on the wall. The time has come, I know what you’ve done. I think I’ll make that phone call and be prepared to reveal all.
Exposure, also means closure. I’m re-writing the end of the story, or should I say his story. So you better get prepared because the truth I’m about to bare. You don’t know that I know, so for me your dirty little secret will be my pleasure to expose. Then watch you run and hide, then rack your brain wondering how and why the truth you could not hide.