Hidden regions,
secrets held up
in thick walls,
writhing,
scraping,
and finally
pulled out.
A thought flares in emphasis,
at the time when dreams
become reality,
in the deep realm
that holds insanity.
Peering in
is a gift of clarity
long forgotten,
For many
thoughts stay inside,
clenched in a determined grip.
Speak, my friend.
Speak.
May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 7:38 PM UTC
Hidden regions,
secrets held up
in thick walls,
writhing,
scraping,
and finally
pulled out.
A thought flares in emphasis,
at the time when dreams
become reality,
in the deep realm
that holds insanity.
Peering in
is a gift of clarity
long forgotten,
For many
thoughts stay inside,
clenched in a determined grip.
Speak, my friend.
Speak.
