they lie in wait
below the floorboards of my consciousness
they try to find their way up
through the cracks
they try to seep through
through the damp porous walls
of the dungeon of my mind
their long dragging fingers reach for me
through the rusted bars of their cage
the cage i banished them to long ago
the cage of my dreams
they will not let me be
they will give me no respite
they will grant me no surcease
until i turn them loose
until i cry 'havoc!' and let slip their leash
these words
words much like poetry
Tuesday, 17 nov 2009 05:46:27 hrs By Michael Maina
below the floorboards of my consciousness
they try to find their way up
through the cracks
they try to seep through
through the damp porous walls
of the dungeon of my mind
their long dragging fingers reach for me
through the rusted bars of their cage
the cage i banished them to long ago
the cage of my dreams
they will not let me be
they will give me no respite
they will grant me no surcease
until i turn them loose
until i cry 'havoc!' and let slip their leash
these words
words much like poetry
Tuesday, 17 nov 2009 05:46:27 hrs By Michael Maina
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