……and it remains discreet

no longer should i have to ponder whether it should be indiscreet.

no longer have i to worry about the discreetness of it.

it now no longer presides within my domain.

for i have the answer on this day and such discreetness shall remain.

 

but one can’t lose what one doesn’t own publicly.

it is pushed away deep down inside the black hole that is one’s heart.

to not be known or seen from again.

though losing it strikes one’s head like a sledgehammer & smashes your soul with pan.

 

the thought of it all was ideal

the setting of it all was surreal

the nature of it all was unreal

the answer of it all was an ordeal.

 

and now it shall remain discreet.

forever etched as a fairytale.

 

hopes unbound being place in thy grasp,

but thy can’t see through what thy wants so bad.

grateful on one hand it remains discreet,

but painful on the other that thy remain a dirty little secret.

 

……. and discreet it shall remain.

 

discreetly indiscreet

it is meant to be discreet though the temptation to be indiscreet makes such discreet thoughts, discreetly shifted to the hollow rings of hope.

it should be discreet as when it is indiscreet, shouts of petulance would be steep and such discreet thoughts would call on the horns of war.

but is it just to be discreet, when being indiscreet would make it acceptable, as acceptable as things can be?

should it not be discreet, would it be a folly for us to be indiscreet about a feather found in sleep?