Frames are Borders
containing
all my Secrets
and Dark
pictures
Sometimes
frames Break
and let
the Bad out,
free to
saunter
On the Outside
is Hope,
Good thoughts
Perambulating
around my head
The Strength
of the Good
Holds my frames
Together, putting the
Bad thoughts
in bed
Hundreds of souls line his desk surrounded by wood and covered in glass captive He collects memories ...
The windows are shut Gravity, both metaphorical and literal Bring it down. Bring me down. I am caged within my own skin It is dull here....
Sure I smile Sure I laugh Sure I’m friendly to all I meet But you don’t see the constant fears, the feeling sheer, the nights in tears....
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