John Charley
. fear the loud of smell
place called secure
was once a place that chocked,
burned without air, or
something calling
out calling to its help.
travels sometimes will see
eyes! where rooms are welcome
locks-
jammed advantage
as fear takes its peace;
part in place, built in
strength of mind
thinking all on its only
fears-
kept to keep others out
self dungeons hidden on self
flash;
as self is always in, and
others out
a conscious eating, eaten
away
barbed-wired, in
boundary-bore of this fear,
scented-scent can hears from
far
of doors wearing heavy on
steel
wearing, wears in thin when
keys are lost
when security calls itself
secure
peace is borne, where defence
is first
walls, wars cutting something
between;
what peace is, when peace is
out
calling birds ensemble of its
only song
than prisons married in time
of its mind.
close to lock the keys once
more
and lay the towers secured in
prisons
and forget about everything
outside-
there's nothing important, as
us out there.
©️ john charley
