Don’t Call Me Mad: Secrets

I have a secret to tell
Intervals in time fade not my knell
But who can I trust with my seal?
No name in the list rings a bell.

 

I have a secret to tell
It seems a smallish cell
But the Pope will probably yell
Or better say, send me to hell.

 

I have a secret to peal
I’ll tell not, rather i’ll chew a jell
Because promises doesn’t stick to gel
That-I-wouldn’t buy if you sell.

 

 

By Onyeche vincent onyeka
https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com