just a secret

it’s all just a secret we are
never supposed to know
no one will remember
anything I’ve had to say
when I’m down on
the ground punching
the earth with all of
my might, I am alone
in my grief as my fists
start to bleed, there’s
no one to stop me as
loud as I sob, I just
have to let my muscles
wear out, when I can
barely lift my arms I
struggle back home
where I sit at my desk
and ponder everything
I have just been through

— GB