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

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 placed 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 the crossroad

Waving happily to ladies and lords,

Guiding them all on their right path,

Waving happily, drenched in a bloodbath

And stories which are all 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.