The smoke bellows out
high above the house
the sins of the night
keep silent within
as the flames
reach their new height
watch the broken glass
as it shatters
to the floor
the memories kept safe
locked away
behind closed doors
close your eyes
you try to escape
hoping to leave
everything this time
but nothing ever changes
you just find new walls
to hide behind
the broken, battered
lies are left to torture
the next
The fire rages
leaving behind the only secrets
Secrets of the soul
The Creative Chic 
Very well expressed. These sins remain hidden in the unspoken things which fuel the poetry. You really know how to set the scene.
As always, you’re so kind. Unspoken things say so much.
I am just a fan of your poetry. Yes, they certainly do.
I’m a big fan of your poetry and writing too, pretty incredible if you ask me!
You are so very sweet, seriously 🙂
Seriously, it is. 😊
You’ve rendered me blushed 🙂
If you ever feel like chatting … thecreativechic@gmail.com is where I can be found!
Thank you, so much 🙂
So welcome!
🙂