Deep Inside
Reaching....
into the shadows,
deep
into
the
depths,
where secrets are kept.
There is a sense of
m y s t e r y
A FEAR
of the unknown.
I reach inside.... aware... and ... alone.
This is MY home.
....a.......graveyard....of......memories.......
covered with moss
watered with *t*e*a*r*s*
Where no one hears
the whimper of the wild rose
this is a place where NO ONE goes....
but me
D
E
E
P
INSIDE
where ^s^e^c^r^e^t^s hide
====this====is=====my=====prison===
Copyright © Casarah Nance | Year Posted 2018
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