SHADOWS OF MY MIND



There is life in the shadows of my mind,

behind every closed door,

in every turn after dark turn.

Mysterious.



I wander free in its dark alleyways.

The spirits of thought,

they hide in the shadows,

waiting their turn.

Patient.



Seeking to get out I opened the door;

I was blinded by the light.

There was a different, brighter, world;

a life sans surprises.

Floodlit.



I walked back into the shadows.

Still have a few games to play

with the demons of my mind.

Waiting.