Secret.
I have a secret.
a secret,
I died to tell
but still,
I can't.
Not yet.
Already,
I can feel
it throbbing,
waiting,
for the moment
to burst out
and pounce.
Like a bomb,
it's ticking
Its explosion I fear.
In the darkness,
watching
Bidding,
the time awaiting.
No,
not yet.
It's a secret
My secret.
I can't tell.