Truthful Words Echo

Your truthful words still echo ... ... ... Within my hollow h e a r t Like a bear within a |c|a|g|e| As it is t o r n a p a r t All the little pieces sca t t e r like shadows from the light. A host of silent sentinels With nothing left to guard Yet the [doors] are locked And all the windows b-a-r-r-e-d Affirming my suspicion that you, in fact, were right. In my soul's deepest cellar A place I rarely tread I buried in a shallow grave That thing I thought was d_e_a_d gone I thought I would be safe then with it from my sight. But now if I walk by the [door] Or if I glance inside to check The black tendrils ~~ of regret ~~~~~ become a noose around my (neck) As if by wicked vagabonds, I'm dragged back into the night. 9/22/16 All the Little Pieces Contest