Wednesday, August 22, 2007

Lock, Key, Treasure

Walking down empty hallways
And echoing sounds
Flickering lights
Thinnest air in the world
(It's hard to breathe)
I find my mind, my sanity
Next to my heart, my humanity
On top of a locked box
And I'm missing the key
But I know I'm missing a part of me
A part of me...

Searching franticly
Breaking down doors
And scouring every surface
I find the key
And it's in her hands
But she runs away
And I give chase
Determined to make myself complete
I've caught her red-handed
But she's already opened the box
And I take a look
Guess what's inside
She's inside the box
I've found a part of me
She's a part of me

1 comment:

Iwalktheline said...

You have quite a gift. I envy how you can caste images and create rhythmn that is unforgettable. I will be a frequent reader. Their is something about your poetry that leaves me breathless.

p.s. Thanks for the kind comment and stopping by my blog.


word = speaking/singing
(word) = whispering/echo
[word] = stern voice/screaming