Dusty Closets

I’ve got a feeling deep inside

That there’s a whisper in the halls

Following me all around

Leaving me death

Leaving me blind

 

Deep in my soul

I feel old oak trees

Full of murmuring voices

Crawling all over me

 

Keep that fear away

Kiss my blues away

Leaving me my dues

In lonely halls

Dusty closets

 

Agendas are drawn

Premeditated dreams

Put there by Satan

Signed by blood

 

 

CAL dd 12/07/2011

 

Reviews

[Ripple of Aqua]

This is a very dreary poem, and a little all over the place I must say, one moment you are speaking of a feeling of being stranded, dead and blind, but then you go deep into your soul and describe that, next paragraph stays with that, but then you speak again like it's the end of you and your hopes. None of it really connected it for me, it's like you tried to mix two different poems together. One that was dank and scary, the other filled with the comfort you find within yourself. I did enjoy it besides all of that, it was fascinating in a mind teaser way. Why were you scared? What did Satan made you sign? Questions rummage around, and I don't think you are going to tell your nasty secret, are you?