Of the Mind
I lie in the darkness of my room
Staring at the bleak desolate ceiling…wondering
The walls bind me in
Doors locked, windows barred
No way in…I am alone.
And of the faint, illuminancent glow,
Cast from the pale moon
I can see a silhouette if what resides upon these walls
Its existence almost totally absorbed in the darkness
I gaze harder now trying to make it out
Yet as so many times before
Its true identity remains a mystery
always too far away in the darkness to be understood
as if I were destined not to know
as so many times before
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