Lost

In the dark corridors of the mind

lie secrets beyond our imagination.

Imprisoned there of our own volition.

Our most precious thoughts contained therein.

At times they scream to be released.

Beaten back by our own fear

that they may become known to others.

Disclosing who we really are

and that which must remain hidden at all costs.

For each of us is but a reflection of our own vanity.

Casting a most dubious shadow

in a world of people wearing masks

to conceal the less than perfect being within.

So the mind maintains its facade unto itself

 and the secret of our inner being shall

forever be hidden behind a veil of deceit.

In the process we lose control of who we really are

and what is real and what is imaginary.

We are transformed to the false image that we project

and the true person within is lost forever.

©Copyright 2009 Charlie Gragg 

The Dungeons of the Mind

The dungeons of the mind are a dark sullen place

A refuge of sorts when life we cannot face

It’s lonely there as no one else can enter

The only other voice that of a mad roaring stentor      

 Life’s struggles are hard and they very seldom lessen

They drag us inward and downward toward our own personal prison

For every step we take it seems more barriers block the way

One after another until we are racked with utter dismay

 The chains that bind us are made of soft and moldable clay

Yet they hold us captive in most every imaginable way

The mind twists and turns and rattles the heavy chains

But to no avail as trapped and captive it remains

  To escape one must seek the road away from self pity

And take the path of renewal in spite of its acclivity

No one but you can make the difficult journey come true

So take control of your life my friend and bid the dungeon adieu

©Copyright 2009 Charlie Gragg