if you don’t have the map
then what is it i’m trying to find?
you’ve left me deep within
the corridors of your uncharted mind.
without a single room unlocked,
engulfed by boldly ticking clocks
your shadows come to strangle me
and cover every step i walk.
...
i’m choking; as i gasp to breathe
these demons tower over me,
your mind is locked from the inside;
no doorway out, no way to flee
these moving walls are closing in
they’ve got to swallow me up whole.
the sacrifice that must be made
shall claim my body as it’s toll.
yet even still i’m in your head
the lucid harbinger of dreams;
a watchmen over blackened hearts;
the life within the planted seed.
if i were you,
how could it be,
that we would stand as enemies?
if you were me,
we’d clearly see
the roots of every
selfish deed.
gnossienne
n. a moment of awareness that someone you’ve known for years still has a private and mysterious inner life, and somewhere in the hallways of their personality is a door locked from the inside, a stairway leading to a wing of the house that you’ve never fully explored—an unfinished attic that will remain maddeningly unknowable to you, because ultimately neither of you has a map, or a master key, or any way of knowing exactly where you stand.