Inside

there's a place where people can go there's a place where they hide away there's a place most everyone knows there's a place where some people stay a place where we all can hide and moan that place where we're in ourselves alone dark and quiet, where we're easily misled that place where we're inside of our head an unobserved place where attendants and nurses attend to minds far distant or subversive while down on their haunches - quietly rocking dreaming dreams, either reassuring or shocking is it more comforting or more scary to know that everyone can be a part of being apart living within ourselves just filled with woe or sharing our souls to better take heart its a tenuous thing to put ourselves out there reveal the fears lurking within all of us to be judged, by a society completely unaware so hard to show our soul's open to trust maybe that's what made him feel the way he felt maybe she'd, after reflection see something else maybe he could'a been saved from where he dwelt maybe she'd 'a' been restored to mental health we'll never know for sure and can only surmise why others fall down into a hellish abyss to be loathed or pitied by us haughtily wise never dreaming that we too might be remiss © Goode Guy 2012-07-24