#HiddenThoughts

In locked drawers — my mind contains —
The script of unnamed pains —
Like pressed flowers — between pages sealed —
Their fragrance — never revealed

Memory-moths — flutter and fold —
In chambers dark with gold —
Buried in the living tomb —
Of thought's forbidden room

Soul-secrets — nest and hide —
Behind the ribcage's tide —
Where truth-seeds — never sprout —
And time keeps —...