Inside
Inside.
Slip sink delve into my mind
It is warm with mysteries of a horrid kind
Things that children run from when they find
A rare eye I have for such a design
A purpose for which is my secret divine
Swim dive submerse and breathe in your own time
A harlequin but not in disguise to patronise but deny
A room big enough for ten thousand horses to roam wild
Somewhere to devise deliberate maybe even chastise
To lament over peoples tears they have cried
Colourful symmetrical almost like a butterfly
I see the things that mean so much but I sigh
I look inside then look at you and why
Caresses are my favourite and most dangerous lies
For I can only tell you what you want to hear in life
Harbouring memories that blind my sight
The corners remain my darkest side
A visionary encompasses an artist's eyes
Reflected in my own convoluted pries
My destiny is in the worlds own demise.
Copyright © Peter Kiggin | Year Posted 2013
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