Secret

I carry a secret,
It lives in my skin.
It does not come out.
I do not go in.

I know of this burning,
A fire inside.
I cannot chase it,
And it dare not hide.

Borrowed Life

The sun is down,

the night is old, 

my sorrows shall I keep.

Let me live,

or let me die,

but never let me weep.

The sky is burning on the wind,

and all the stars are fled,

but I shall keep my secrets here,

and not betray the dead…

For as I live this borrowed life,

this silence I shall keep.

Today I breathe until I die,

but never let me weep.