His secrets hidden
buried in his grave
even if she tells
they say its just
her game
What can she do
so lost and so
confused, all
alone in a world
of pain
She once ran away
tried to hide it all
but he found her
and she paid it
all again
His twisted sense
of justice, her
harsh time served
full of heavy penalties
in life
If it was just the
beatings or the
way he called her
names but no he
did more
Even in death
his secrets followed
her leaving her
scared and unable
to live
The past is the past
at least it’s supposed
to be that way, but
for some, it never
ever leaves
I think this form holds the poem very well! Here is something interesting to consider—I think writing the poem backwards creates some suspension and tension and would be a neat exercise to try.
For some, it never ever leaves,
the past is the past at least
it’s supposed to be that way,
leaving her scared and unable to live,
Even in death his secrets followed her.
Overall, Kudos! Excellent draft.
Thank you, I will have to try that.