Mystery
A friend of mine the other day
stepped inside my brain
No one has heard from my friend since
A mystery that will remain.
I opened up the cellar door
to feel the surging heat
I looked below and there behold
was my missing friend at my feet.
He beckoned me to follow him
down a dark and dismal path
I took the lead because of my greed
and no sooner felt the wrath.
The wrath I felt was my own wrath
for I had fallen into my brain
No one has heard from me since
A mystery that will remain!
Copyright © Larry Hays | Year Posted 2011
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