Closet Secret: Insanity
My mind
Bids for pain
Pleading, third
Degree sanity
My thoughts
Decay waving
Good-bye
To my happiness
I close
My eyes tight,
Counting to ten;
To open my eyes again.
I grasp
For a grip
To hold, as they say
“For dear life”
Breathe in account
For tomorrows
Satisfaction.
Burn my dreams
To bitter ashes
In sacrifice.
Shower my wounds
With water
That is blessed;
burning my sins
Softly with whispers.
Baptize my body
And bury me alive;
Cover these wounds
That show off.
I wrap my wrists
And cover my ankles.
Hide behind shadows,
That grow with laughter.
Medicaid my heartland
With grassy Plainfield’s.
Bathe me in lilies
That ascends;
Sweet scented cries.
He has sent me
Here for a purpose,
Not a reason,
So I stay in support
And comfort.
I draw lovely pictures
With carved cravings
For others to know
-“I was here”
Tie me down
and loop my arms
past one another
to show myself love.
In this time of action
I sit patiently and help.
I cooperate with
Such demands and smile.
This is my haven,
This is my kingdom.
Come whatever may…
The bulb above me is my sun.
Happy thoughts they say…
“Think of a happy place”
My happy place
Is here; I have found
It in this solitude of need.
I bask in what
I have found
to
be
.
.
.
“My chamber of Sanctum”