Left Unsaid
October 17, 2001
LJA
And yet there are the words unsaid
I walk the mazes of my soul
Potions stocked within my brain
Seeking that half-forgotten door
To fend off danger
Knowing there
From without and
Within its musty walls
From within
Are all the things
They lie waiting
Now left unsaid
In dusty bottles
That should be said
On shelves in memory's
Unleashed to wander
Hidden corner room
Free to live
With creaky door
Within my soul
Unlocked with effort's turning
To find me here
Of the rusty key And lead me home.
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