Hallways of My Mind

a very structured poem about my mind

Tunnels channel through the depths of my mind.

Shadowy halls lead to thoughts left behind.

 

Everything that I’ve ever heard or ever seen,

Are captured now in this breathtaking scene.

Memories on screen. Images so Serene.

But just like in a dream, thinks aren’t as they seem.

 

The hallways of my mind, and descending staircases.

Thoughts will run through them as my mind races.

They’re searching for faces and spiraling laces.

It paces its race for it’s time that it chases.

 

Figures beckon me into chambers of muse.

Their cinder block cells unjustly abused.

And I don’t want to choose which ones I must lose.

But if all will die someday, then why are they used.

 

Perhaps for the good of a man and mankind,

We learn from the thoughts of men left behind.

Kept from running blind by the lights in our mind.

It gets darker the further we travel through time.

 

The lights of the ceiling hang down from a chain.

At the end of each hallway in the depths of my brain.

They fight to retain, the light on a frame,

Of a doorway that leads to the brink of insane.

 

Look into my eyes, and I’m sure you will find,

The descending staircases and hallways of my mind.

Author's Note

i like the structure here. do you?