Secrets tucked away,
At the back of the closet,
At the back of the mind,
Under the ground,
Anywhere but to never remain.
That horizon that lies in front,
Touching the beam,
Basking in the glow,
To feel the breeze
On the tip of the nose,
To be at peace.
A crow stood watching,
Laughing almost,
You could say,
For it never took it's eyes off.
Desperate to keep others,
From finding it,
He ran a mile,
Maybe some more.
Control is what all seeked,
Only to come to the valley,
That had none.
It was the turn of the year,
That end of a horrifying era,
That has just shut down.
