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. :)

[quinfinn]

keely, you are one of the writers here whom i have always thought of as having so much pent up talent, just waiting to leap out onto the page. this is very good , but not nearly the caliber of what i have seen before from you ...when you really gel, nothing is better than your writing. keep up the good work.

[Simon Welsh]

Oh, this is well written. I love the flow.

[Baby Ricochet]

That's for sure. Great poem. Applause

[gombeggar]

this is telltale u gotta get out more cuz u hit the nail on the head with this piece...keep writing but get out more

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Keenly your writing has really developed over the last half year and this is another poem packed with feeling in a flowing and descriptive verse. Only thought was that the thoughts going round and round are seldom empty, futile and negative and cyclic but seldom empty?

[Sami Khalil]

A dark write but good ...:)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

love this piece, my attic is so cluttered i could never totally clear it out...

i just hope not so much gets up there that it collapses through the floor of my mind.

[Frieda P]

Dark and musky, hardly ever gets to see the light of day, perhaps we need a few more cracks so the light can shine through. Like this one Keely...

[Jack...]

My attic left me a long time ago. Very cool KJ.

[Rita L. Sev]

My attic used to be full of doubts - then I cleaned house. Great analogy in a well done poem!