On The Attic

On the attic , when winds outside ,
and storms threatened me,
I found the box of jolly times.

On the attic, I reminisced ,
of times when the wind,
was just part of the weather.

On the attic, sudden darkness took place,
and the place was empty,
but a white tunnel that led nowhere.

Author's Note

You may find this poem, among other of my poems at my blog. Find it in my profile.

Reviews

[SquinklaPsyOps]

Could it be that you hear early songs that take you back in time that make you remember your dreams and wishes and you wake up and see the present light and you find yourself trying to reach those same dreams.

[MrKnowAll]

There is something very unnatural in the present , something disturbing, and on the attic , I reminisce of times when everything was alright and nothing disturbing. The attic is the portal.

But you can't time travel, and darkness that was already growing inside takes over and the light you wish you had , as it was in the past, is unreachable , leaving you ..

[SquinklaPsyOps]

I believe you the house where we used to live before the neighbor had a big attic and he looked stranged at times and he would call the police on us about the silliest things.

[SquinklaPsyOps]

We spent a lot of money to keep him under surveillance because he would call the police making false accusations about us, we beat him every time.

[MrKnowAll]

Sorry, got confused from your messages. Care to rephrase ?

[SquinklaPsyOps]

Also at the previous house before that one, the neighbor also had an attic, and the old lady next door would also make false accusations and we also had to spend a lot of money to keep her under surveillance, one time she called the police and accused us of damaging her vehicle, and when we checked the video it was her that had intentionally damaged her vehicle. Imagine who is a cop going to believe an old lady or a young person, thank God we had plenty of cameras.

[SquinklaPsyOps]

The point is what you are saying about attics being portals is true.