The Confession Poem by Peter S. Quinn

In shadows deep, the truth does gently hide,
A whispered word that haunts the silent night,
Confessions made, the soul cannot abide.

Beneath the stars, where darkest fears reside,
A burdened heart seeks solace in the light,
In shadows deep, the truth does gently hide.

The weight of secrets, borne on every side,
Yet truth will out, like dawn dispelling night,
Confessions made, the soul cannot abide.

Through silent tears, the pain cannot be denied,
The truth emerges, fierce and burning bright,
In shadows deep, the truth does gently hide.

With every word, the heart is opened wide,
A whispered plea, a prayer for what is right,
Confessions made, the soul cannot abide.

Thus, in the end, where truth and light collide,
The soul finds peace, as darkness yields to light,
In shadows deep, the truth does gently hide,
Confessions made, the soul cannot abide.