#131 of 365 – “magic passwords”

“magic passwords”

 

I battle constantly

to lift up out of the shadows

 

from nightmare-like hallways

never-ending and narrow

 

I run, but they stretch

back into the murk

 

where the torments that chase me

continue to lurk

 

I pray this is not some

dead-end I’ve begotten

 

but I see doors and windows

I can’t seem to open

 

with keys and locks

that appear to be broken

 

or perhaps magic passwords

that remain unspoken

 

 

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About Blackbird

Poet, sculptor, writer, spouse, parent, crazy person - not necessarily in that order.
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One Response to #131 of 365 – “magic passwords”

  1. pi314chron says:

    All in due time…all in due time. ((Went to bed thinking of this very intriguing poem and got back up a few minutes later to ponder it more, and the best I can do is to say to you that the night terrors, nightmares, bad dreams, doubts, the waking fears, and all the rest will be behind you “in due time…” I like the poem…but I want to LOVE it. Can you unlock some of the doors to it for me? *smile*))

    Ron

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