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. :)

[Perkele.7885]

Attics are known as places that time has forgotten, as are dark seedy basements! Your description is right on the money and a very good write for my money! Bravo!

[Souladareatease]

A Dark Write Indeed Jane, Wonderfully written!!!