Cave of wonder
rooms filled
with bodies
from my past
outfits of mine
some too small
others, too big
A piano sits
playing slowly
Moonlight Sonata
like funeral marches,
flames froth forth
smoldering the wood
like a busy bug zapper
Books and Skinner's Box
glow in my hand, shining
a light flows under my feet
a mirror flashes me the exit
As I try to run
to escape from here
the cave goes black
and my head sinks low
I know I'm not escaping
Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 3:35 AM UTC
Cave of wonder
rooms filled
with bodies
from my past
outfits of mine
some too small
others, too big
A piano sits
playing slowly
Moonlight Sonata
like funeral marches,
flames froth forth
smoldering the wood
like a busy bug zapper
Books and Skinner's Box
glow in my hand, shining
a light flows under my feet
a mirror flashes me the exit
As I try to run
to escape from here
the cave goes black
and my head sinks low
I know I'm not escaping
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