The Secret Place

Slipping away to a secret place,

The sanctuary where there's no one around.

Darking and oblivion seem to be a comfort.

 

Here there is nothing,

Just empty, immense abyss.

It's a long lost friend that had almost been forgotten.

 

Deep in these crevices there's salvation; redemption.

It's the one place to be truly found.

The truth is just hanging in the air.

 

All that pain is finally released,

Suddenly breathing becomes easy for all emotions have left.

The ones that wracked about like lightening in water are no more.

 

Leaving that place of freedom, the river of emotions starts to flow.

That dam you let loose closes again as normal.

It's time to forget what happened until it occurs next time (again, and again.)

Author's Note

The usual.

Reviews

[Wórdsmíth]

Sounds good. Liked the line: "Leaving that place of freedom, the river of emotions starts to flow." Very impressive insights.

[Jack...]

The picture you have painted in my mind with this piece has me pondering all sorts of different visions and ideas. Though very dark, this poem was abstractly colorful.

[Eloha]

I love this Vic, you have a poet's name! Or Poetess should I say, but that sounds contrived. Now about the piece:

I like the purging confessional tone, I can just imagine your head spinning before sleep with all the neurological assimiliation of an intense pace of life.

[Kyle]

You have a flair for the dramatic i am guessing.......