Little crisis in their minds by Cynthia Ocloo

Little crisis in your mind,

Shattered nerves that try to bind

Your thoughts, sheltering something that is mine.

 

Shatter, goes the words she speaks

Broken are the actions you seek

Hidden treasures you had are

Now under the anonymous creak.

 

Little crisis in your mind,

Silent is the woman with secrets to hide

Golden, are the things you seek

Sheltered by the mystery under the anonymous creak

 

Little crisis in your mind

Attempts to solve problems in time,

But silence is the clue you had,

And her words are always mine.

 

Little crisis in her mind,

Words she can no longer hide

Her voice is forced down by my eyes

 

Shatter, goes the words she screams

Frozen, she stays traumatized at the seams

Interrogated, she may always be,

But the secrets she hides

Are buried for me

 

Little crisis in her mind

The sociopath to whom she signed

A contract, of which would bind

Their thoughts, their mind, their trust (my trust) for a lifetime

 

Little crisis in their minds

Unknown of the game that intertwines

The sociopath, the treasure they hide

Under the anonymous sign

 

Major crisis grows in time

Of a mystery speaking of signs,

Of drama hiding the crime,

On silence, the only clue,

for a sociopath, never for you

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