In My Deep

My heart bleeds so, for they do not know The goings on in my deep, for it's starting to seep, seeping through, slowly,surely, seeping through My deep The deep is where I am, I am in the deep. I open the tide, for seeping through, I cannot predict when, this burst of emotional pen This place is the deep, the further I travel, the more I find, not afraid to leap In my deep To explore, and find what it is all for In my deep I do not descend in to the deep, I walk and write it's passages. I see foot prints, now and then, but now,not since For they are not mine. Do they follow me? Do they stalk? I do not know, for I walk, in my deep You must find your way back, from the deep It's many galleries,twists and turns, nooks and crannies To visit a while,can make you smile, for infinate depths of sleep, of which emotions seep, with burst of pen quill. To guide your will Seeping through,my deep, my awareness. I have awoken from my sleep, in all fairness, I like what I have found, for I now,begin to sound, the depths of my deep