In that place of mind

In that place of mind

 
In that place of mind are hidden so many secrets.
In that place of mind are hidden so many secrets.
They whisper, singing sad, small songs in darkness.
They whisper, singing sad, small songs in darkness.
If only time could draw secret notes as songs.
Inked upon the page of reason, demanding they be sung.
Pain guards the door and grief sweeps images in piles.
Pain guards the door and grief sweeps images in piles.
They will not be released without the key for turning.
They will not be released without the key for turning.
Pain is piled high, stacked, each upon the other at the door.
The key is lost, there is no turning from the door of pain.
Locked within the cellar of abandoned self and sanity.
Locked within the cellar of abandoned self and sanity.
I count the grains of sand which dust the barred window.
I count the grains of sand which dust the barred window.
The cellar locked, abandoned to itself, without sanity.
Barred grains sand smooth the window which is within.
Secrets are placed to whisper pain in smooth grains.
Singing is stacked high in the cellar of turning sanity.
Time is hidden in sad darkness behind barred window.
Reason notes the key is lost and secrets guard the door.
Hope is scrawled as future inked in sad, small songs.
There is no place released or safe from ever-rising sand.

http://dversepoets.com/2014/07/31/meetingthebar-formforall-paradelles-i-have-obviously-lost-my-mind/

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About rosross

Editor, writer, poet.
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