uninvited - where no light shines
to the darkest recess
of a troubled mind ~
who sought to hide
far from your face
unaware ... as
you took your place ~
knocked on a door
that had no home
whose silent scream
you made your own ~
hearing songs
from nowhere came
locked deep away
to cloud the shame ...
... and yet i hear you ...
when will it end ?
come soon darkness
my old friend.
nice poem...I enjoyed the read..good job...