Safe, no more

Bubble-wrapped
Tucked away
Into a hidden corner
Of a dark room
Behind the secret door
At the end of
An unknown corridor
Of an infinite maze
Down countless flights
Of steep winding stairs
In an abandoned house
Which was once a home

'Safe', I thought
'Safe', it should've been
'Safe', it would remain
Or so I thought

But they found it
Keep finding it, somehow
When it pleases
Maybe through some secret gateway
Of their own

They prick
They poke
They play
They caress
And at the end of the day
Leave it to the dust of their feet
And return to their own hidden corners
Behind their hidden doors
Maybe to pick up their own scattered pieces

Author's Note

Experimental.

Reviews

[rivers]

Experimental? As I followed each and every step I felt like I was trying to find some well hidden secret I had left behind. "They" then became the reader that needs to tend to their own gardens secret weeds. In my view a successful experiment in poetic expression.

"And at the end of the day
Leave it to the dust of their feet
And return to their own hidden corners
Behind their hidden doors
Maybe to pick up their own scattered pieces"

[Myenigma]

Its really good for being experimental

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

you have me wondering who they are......this would be an excellent beginning to a novel perhaps? :)

[Sami Khalil]

I like the ending the most.

[Poetic Beauty]

This makes me think of creatures that create dust and cause destruction in the house.

[Ruth]

Wow...this is a journey! Glad I reasd you today love...what a piece! :) Pace held throughout and with conviction, stunning! xoxo