My secret is made from-
the darkness of the ghosts that haunt the night,
The naughts and crosses warm hello,
And the cold throated devil.
I found it-
Zipped up in a coat pocket,
Trapped at the back of a dark mind,
And ripped up in a black bin.
This secret can-
prise open someone’s curiosity,
make words talk,
and break apart Mount Everest
till it is powder
in a locket.
If I lost this secret-
even the lonely whale left at the horizon
would echo through the sea…
1.I like how you have given it a simple name‘My secret’
2.How did you think of till it is powder in a locker?
3.Maybe next time you could describe it a bit more.