Far below where the common-folks go
Are basements and caverns and holes
Barred and chained at the top
Meant to keep prying eyes out
For the safety
of the wives and children
But curiosity kills the cat
So crafty minds pick and pry
Try to loosen chains
and unlock locks
And attempt to peek
behind the walls
That forbid the seeing.
When the maelstrom rises
And dismay abounds
When the dust has settled
And order resounds
The clear eyed sleuth
Can then clearly tell
The abyss was secured
From below, from hell.
The usage of words is awesome!
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This gave me chills… It’s deep and deceptive; it could be about many things, but it speaks to me of inner turmoil, and those personal “demons” we keep locked within our souls.
Kind of like the Wizard of Oz: you might not like what you find behind the curtain…
Or maybe that’s just one of my “secrets” peeking out…
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I think we all have secrets. Usually we do not express them. Sorry so serious,we will try for smiles tomorrow! ; )
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Serious is fine! Serious is real. I like real. I prefer authentic. Yes, it’s true I love your sense of humor, but I respect and admire you. And it is good to see another side of you, especially when it’s something I can relate to…
Please just be yourself, and I will gladly keep following you… 🙂
And, as an afterthought: isn’t not expressing our thoughts what makes them “secret” in the first place?
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Got me ! ; )
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