Glimpse

Step into my mind

My mind is a language

No one can comprehend

Filled with visions and symbols

From beginning to end

Once you enter inside

You can open your eyes

To a world in pieces

Built of half-hearted tries

The first thing you discover

A crate not far away

Which can be opened at will

But you'd have to be brave

So let's walk somewhere else

There is so much to see

From mountains to forests

With poison strawberries

The valley over there

Is where she sleeps all alone

On a pedestal of paper

A queen with no throne

She is always in dreams

Of the wonderful kind

The most beautiful things

Ever conceived in my mind

Beneath your feet is rock

Caverns hollowed by past

Hear the echoing laughter

That rushes by too fast

My fantasies are up there

In clouds of dark gray

Blotting out the blue sky

In perpetual haze

They drizzle down softly

About mid-afternoon

It's nice but nothing like

When there were monsoons

We can sail on the oceans

The waters rough and black

Filled with creatures from nightmares

Who threaten but do not attack

Finally we arrive

At the house that I built

Out of organic flowers

Which one day will wilt

For now it is vibrant

Among all the gloom

A beacon of hope

That will fade out too soon

In that womb of petals

Lie the stories that I write

Along with poems and doodles

About my internal plight

Now we end with the box

At the heart of my brain

Even I am not sure

What that great crate contains

Author's Note

I wrote this poem this morning. I like it quite a bit; I think it is one of my favorite pieces I have ever written. Any feedback is appreciated. Hope you enjoy reading it.

Reviews

[Ruth]

And so life renders us moved through myriad things, myriad travels, some brighter than others until we realise we have to dwell on the end of the story. Powerful vision. :)