What's Upstairs?

Lurking in abysmal corridors
and branching hallways of the mind
Crouched in nooks and crannies
in between, in front, side to side and behind
Cob webs covered in questions
insecurities and fear
Infesting cerebral ceilings
stretching ear to ear
The breeding ground for a pessimist
the spawn of dark spots
Doubt is born in our attic
our dark and empty thoughts

Reviews

[B-poet]

I loved the aura you've conveyed within this fine write. What dwells deeply within us maybe a very scary experience to uncover. Yet when we do find what we're truly looking for then being scared a little is definitely worth the overall search. Great write. An intriguing write and read. :)

[Leonard Birch]

Excellent. I really enjoyed this read. Thanks for sharing.
Leo

[Coyote Poetry]

Amazing description in the poem. Create mystery and fear. Funny how the mind can create fear and wonder. I enjoyed the complete poem. Thank you for the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Constance Payne]

What a wonderful read. It was as if you were inside my brain.

[TL Boehm]

Doubt is born in our attic
our dark and empty thoughts

This is true. Well penned truth.

[Astro]

This is awesome KJ, the mind is a favorite of mine and unfortunately it isn't always filled with brilliance but instead a black tar that seems to cling. You've illustrated this beautifully. Cheers on a great write.

[Oliver Andreas]

I enjoyed this piece, having done some time up there.

[Marie]

Insecurities and fears are born in the darkness of our minds. A light needs to be turned on in that attic.

[jinxxnij]

I love the picture you painted in this piece. Negativity and doubt couldn't come from any other place. This is another good one, Keely.

[Ency Bearis]

A great telltale, witty as it seems