I asked you once why you were sad;
You said that it was nothing, then.
Then life turned more than slightly mad,
And I lost track of you, my friend.
But now, I know the load you bore;
That you kept there, behind a door,
The hidden life you showed to none,
Although I wish you’d told
Just one
Sometimes just holding back a secret can be more harmful than harmless
ah, now the form is working for the thought. and breaking the last line is so effective. Love the poem but hope it’s not based on reality.
Holly