What is yours?

The years have rolled
memories ripples
over sunken depths
and sparkling wavelets,
buried deep,
the faultline still exists
a fragment memory,
skipping, slipping through mind
when words, phrases
crack open space
pouring into the past,
Clambering spiders
make homes in the rocks
Spin their web
to cover the entrance
into thoughts
dimming them to
encrusted abyss,
covered, buried,
hardened, concealed, flooded

Yet
deep to deep
history to now
wounded whispers
creep from your soul shadows,
twisting your perspectives
feeding your anger, fear,
reactions as you pour
three pain curses
on others,
Making you
feel better, in control
as you try to dam
and dump toxic waste
polluting the waters.

Hidden and obvious.
Death nature.

Poem Tags
#anger, #christian, #darkness, #death, #fear, #history, #memories, #minds, #pain, #poems, #poetry, #secrets, #seeker, #sin, #spokenword
Prompt
How secret are our darkest secrets? In what way do they keep bubbling to the surface?