My Mind

Filled with dark corners and hidden rooms, shadowed and foggy. Dark with screams of torment at times of past and future. My mind. Lost within its self, images only for me to see I sit alone with it. Listen to its words, its rants, its shouts sometimes so loud my ears bleed. Calm it is the key, slow it is the solution. Find that place, close all the doors, blow out all the candels and sit in darkness. Its where it is the most comfortable, tucked away into its own world, way from gazing eyes until the next storm throws it into chaos. My Mind.