Tunnels
way down deep
in the tunnels of my soul
hide the thoughts and feelings
that I have never shown
like a vortex in the ocean
with no ending it begins
circling always circling
as my mind continues to spin
as the hands sweep on a clock
I try to brush them all aside
they keep swimming to the surface
washed in with the high tide
the wall with cracks and fissures
that weakens as I dream
returning when I wake
pebble ripples in a stream
Copyright © Jo Bien | Year Posted 2009
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