Judgment Day
I bury ominous secrets in a locked box, lose the key.
In their secret grave, I know they await me—
barren bits I’ve buried lest they clutter my life,
knowing, once revealed, they’d cut me like a knife.
Those riddles that most humans choose to drop into a grave,
each like a hibernating beast sleeping in its cave.
No one knows where to hunt for them except for just that one
who carries only memories now that that deed was done
and buried deep. The thud it made dropping into its nest
its one and final murmur as it joined the teeming rest
of hidden acts of anger, temper, greed and lust.
Dirty little secrets now turning into dust.
Buried and forgotten until that judgement day
when, perhaps, we all will be called upon to pay
for simply being human, and as humans must,
making bad decisions others might judge unjust.
But our severest critics might better atone
for those buried secrets of the past that are their own.
For Wordle 661 the words are: riddle hunt barren bits ominous thud grave keys box drop temper secrets
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 