A Cupboard in the Soul of Trichery

It's quiet in here. Too quiet. It causes

Conflict to float to the surface. To fume

and wallow. While a silence laughs.

Groans of life hum as a backdrop

Lost amidst niggling turmoil in a soul.

Words as thoughts chatter

It doesn't matter it's just a game.

A mind game: hickory, dickory, mockery

One two three. A house in silently.

Unrest - Restless, restless unrest

Wrestling and giggling.

He-He a witness he does

Mischievous spirits party

So to watch a discontent.

The unknown has the answers

This great mystery awaits

It waits - And it waits

Tricks on man a minor play

Abandoned long ago

Collected dust and misery

Forgotten

Words lost waiting to be heard

Only silence hears them now.

Lost to another time another place

Stored in A cupboard

in the soul of Trichery