Untold

There are many stories, stories untold

At times I want them, to open and unfold

Unfold in front of family and friends

To show where I stand; at crossroads or dead ends

The dark alley and the paths so grim

Which I had faced, unimaginable in dreams

I walk the path; All alone,

Under black storm, stifling a moan.

Standing strong; as strong as I can be

But down there you will find, a darker side to me

The baleful stories have been my lullabies

Like an ominous silence, that haunts the sea

At times I want the stories to be told

Engraved in me; dead and cold

The stories which are yet unseen

Unread, untouched, for none, was keen

So I took the stories and kept them in a vault

Safe within me, away from all

Grim and dark, they might have been

A part of me still unseen.

I chose to stand, alone at a crossroad

Waving happily to ladies and lords,

Guiding them all on the right path,

Waving happily, drenched in a bloodbath

And all the stories which are yet untold

I want them unruffled, unfurled, to be told

For now, I am tired of stories so dark

Hoping for a way, that can show me the spark.