Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Poem: I Heard

It was told by the third party, 
who shouldn’t have known.
It was that very same keyword, 
giving away the truth.
It was a day where one expected least, 
yet unsurprisingly discovered the unexpected.
It was a story being told, 
which then spread across the network.
It was an anonymous as told, 
which we’ve already known it wasn’t.
It was the time which we most fear of, 
when we realized who the storyteller was.
It was the day where we started building up the wall of defense, 
when the conversation started with the words “I heard”.