Caverns of the mind

Sitting on the edge of reasoning
I wander through corridors i dont believe to be my own
How did I stumble once again into this cavern
The damp walls clingingly
Holding me unreleased
The darkness holds memories
The ones I placed carefully
Out of sight
Out of mind

There is music in the distance
Some tune that hangs hauntingly
Beconing for regression into self
Some obsure English poet is reading words
That only the wise will understand
Digging deeper
Finding fault with everyone
Even himself

There will be no need to pull the weeds
Or tidy the grass
From the edge of the sea shore
For no one comes here

Have you seen the wind
She floats on the breeze
Longing me to join her
She saw me cryig
Held my hand
Then left silently before the dawn

She held me in her silence before
I tripped back into my own reality
Leaving scars behind to mend peacefully within that darkened cavern
Breathing in the dampness for one last time
Then turning
There is no time for this  clearing
of senceless confusion
Somethings are best left unsaid
Unresolved
Unwanted conclusions
muddle understandings

Cobwebs can take care of themselves
Spiders crawl across my skin
But their fangs touch not my flesh

Reviews

[Judy Ponceby]

WOW! This is awesome pebs. And that last stanza blew me away. :)

[Larry Dyson]

Caverns..I believe and yes it is deep and haunting...emotional metaphors abound.. well written ..

[An owl on the moon]

What a haunting depth and beauty.. there was a dance of thought in shadows... the pain moving in and through, but keeping at distance somehow... A magic blend of mind and metaphor...