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Under the Floorboards-Acrostic

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Script written in shaking hands
Hold the only answers to the lies
Eternal secrets written down
Hidden away from prying eyes

One old spiral notebook
Lines forged in blood and tears
Descriptions of every single moment
Secrets no one hears

The moment she betrayed my trust
Her indiscretion and my rage
Engulfing every syllable
Burned into every page

One simple little notebook
One secret that I've held in me
Kept hidden within this old house
The spiders only company


Only words written on lined paper to remind me of what I've done
Holding secret memories that I must hide from everyone
Each and every night I walk across them a dozen times,
Right there beneath the floor boards, the record of my mind

Chaotic calmness consumes me
Her memory lingers on,
Even though she's disappeared,
She's never really gone

The moment she betrayed me,
That was the moment I wrote about
Her lying, cheating, hateful ways
Every insecurity and doubt

Put down in into that journal
Reminders of what should never be
One simple little notebook
Of the moment that recreated me

Friends tried to console me
Offered words of sage advice
Forget about her, they always said
Wouldn't that be nice?

How can I forget about something when a reminders always here,
Always just a few steps away, the past can never disappear
The documented record of everything that's come and gone,
In between the floor boards, where's it's been hidden all along

Her perfume haunts my nose still
All her clothing's still upstairs,
Virtually everything was left the same
Except she is isn't here

Days turned into months
One month turned into five years
Not a single word from her
Every memories so clear

Right before she went away
Ending everything we had
All the hopes we had built
Dreams we hadn't grasped,

Young lust had infected her
Taught her how to lie
One night I came earlier
Right in time to hear the sighs

Every nerve inside of me
Vibrated with the sound
Every muscle burned with hate
As I smashed the door to the ground

Laying in my own bed
My love and my best friend
Yearning consumed them both that night
My dream came to an end

Underneath the floorboards now, pages of everything I saw
Red ink scribbling through the pages and hidden from the law
Desperate times find desperate men doing things they shouldn't do
Everyone has a breaking point, but what mine was I never knew

Raging fires lit the sky
Out in the back field
Underneath the old oak tree
Smouldered the mattress, unconcealed

She left me when she saw my rage
It's what everybody knows
No one blamed her anyways
After I had smashed my best friends nose

Last time I even heard from her
Our bed lit up the sky
Useless rage and gasoline
Destroyed our love that night

The journal I wrote about
One simple notebook stored away
Every moment of that night
Visually engraved

Everyone has their moments that they don't want anyone to know about
Right there beneath the surface, and they never let them out
You might find some secrets are better left to hidden words,
Only suitable to be beneath the cold floorboards,

Now you might think it's enough to let this story go,
Endings aren't always what they seem, there's something else that you should know...
For the #Poets-N-Prose prompt, "Under the Floorboards" [link]

If this feels a bit unfinished, it's because it is.
This is an acrostic poem. The last verse of the poem is hidden in the text. This one is rather easy, really, but still a lot of fun (and tough) to do. :)
Have fun. (If you need a hint, placing your mouse cursor over this artists comment for a moment or two will show you one in most browsers. )


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AleciaMaria's avatar
The part "Everyone has there moments that they don't anyone to know about" should probably be "Everyone has their moments that they don't want anyone to know about." But it was good!:)