Where We Never Look--The Forgotten Places

Cold

Deep inside, there is a pit,

War-torn, ravaged, bit.

Deep inside, it hurts so much,

No one gets close enough to touch.

It's forbidden; there are warning signs:

BEWARE! You're entering her heart and minds.

Here you will see her deepest desires,

The ones that kept her warm, inward fires.

Those who do get close mark it up,

Either with stitches to fix, or their own cut.

Those who get close do or do not care,

They breathe the polluted, ravaged air.

(Despite you've told them it isn't safe, they'll leave with marks of their own

But they didn't listen, and into the darkness they go!)

And some help your dreams trapped here,

Freeing them; nurturing the weak and mere.

That is all anyone can to with the pit inside, nurture the dreams,

Or encourage the darkest, the deepest, the hurtest of things.