Walls go up for the hell
that dwells deep in my head
that sweeps the bowels of
my stomach and rises dead.
I take in the inferno blue
that burns hotter so choose
I do the tunes that churn
moments I can live through.
So damn manic so I panic
the day played out not well.
The walls are tall so welcome
not to my guarded fairy-tale.
Secret I keep it so close my
overtures of revelry in heaven;
physical touch my God expects
a part of my bread to leaven.
But a sorrow sweeps my soul
inside a desert expanse a field
of my joyful dreams is where
my inner devils are revealed.
I cry inside my head so you
can not nor ever will see,
that I cry deep inside my heart
for my demons to let me free.
Maybe it will be enough for me
once I expel the leviathan down
back to the unspoken parts of
my inner sanctum not to be found.
Children weep in the streets
of my city up up and away stay.
I turn to just listen to them
unsettled on this tragic day.
Wonderful poem JW ! Keep writing ✍️ 🤝
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Thank you for the encouragement. That is always good to hear and thank you again.
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So good Jared. Stanza 5 and 6, particularly spoke to me.
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Thank you Secrets. I appreciate you.
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