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#2 of Light and Dark Poems
Another old poem, I have no idea what I was thinking at the time and some parts make no sense. Yay. Enjoy!
Among the eternal depths,
Deep below the seen,
There is the unseen,
The ever active labyrinth.
Of the mind and soul,
Ever changing, never the same.
It can play tricks and games,
Ever close to losing control.
The mind is a powerhouse,
An infinite mansion,
Of horrors and joys,
Of dreams and nightmares.
A home that should never be douse,
Or the chilling expansion
Of mind and soul will become surface noise,
And scare them away.
The mind can become a terrible thing,
If one gets lost in its tangled strings.
So keep the windows open,
For you never know what may be confined.