The Attic

Another poem from class

Winding stais lead you up

To the magical tower

Where there is only you

I see why she likes it so much

Looking down on the rest of the world

Sitting on the pale blue chase'

The antique one

WE found at that yard sale

Digging through tresures until

It unvieled itself to us

Hours of hidign go seek in the dark

Being in places we weren't supposed to be

DArk corners perfect for

"Shhh be quiet I hear someone coming"

That huge mirror

The one that looks like Erised

Showing you what you truly want and nothing else

Looking for random things

While trying to find yourself

 In all the mess

Waling and running trying to find....

WEll so much for that

Running up there to get away from it all

When you needa  moment alone to look down in them

From your high up lofty place

The sanctuary, A shrine

built for whatever you want

Praying, meditating, secret leaving

A place you can go to be cutt off from

The rest of the world

A place that holds your secrets

A reflection showing you 

Only what you want to see.

Author's Note

ignore grammar problems, what do you think of the dialogue,

Reviews

[nocturnalbeast]

nice.