It feels like an open wound, and it hadn't been cleaned.
But it looks healed on the outside! That's all that they see.
To talk is to reveal, for which I am not ready.
Just wait and see old chap, steady! . .stay steady. . .
If I wrote, thought, spoke or wrought, I wish it be in great light, so that no secrets be hidden.
I wish it were so, as the Dawn sun beams o'er night it's foe, and all the darkness, ridden.
D