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i envision my mental as a home

its theme runs monochrome

with splashes of erratic colour 

that fades in and out with time 

and up until now

i still can't find a safe place 

in this dome of mine


i embellish its four walls

with memories that make me recall

all the moments that define and make me

but when the colour disappears

the warmth of the room neutralizes 

until one day


it is tipped with a negative

that becomes negatives 

that don't care that i'm sensitive

and are credited 

by steps they take downward into the spiral of my mind


my dome 

knows

no

time

or 

space 

and spreads with a harsh grace 

that has no time for confinement 

and knows no limits to its leeway


it's in the here and now 

and in this now 

it seems to allow 

all my demons in

their smiles are beaming

as they've suddenly been allowed into 

------'s inn


like a holiday

they relax 

on the beds in my room

hoping this night doesn't end anytime soon

they whistle a tune 

that echoes through this haunted cocoon


but like always 

the sun must rise 

and bring alive 

everything that is bright


and the sunshine revives

the dead as the others scutter for their lives

they wait and remain somewhere in my mental 

like neglected housewives 

until the next time

i give them a piece of my mind



you'll never see the battle that goes on inside 

this web of mine. 

my face will always be graced with a smile 

as i try and ignite the one on your profile. 

feeding off of friendly energy 

hoping that this timeless cycle will become a memory


and as i look at them 

i wonder if the sun is up

if their dome is bright 

filled with sunlight

and an explosion of colours 

that makes them feel alright


that they feel as if can grasp this freedom that is their birthright

and that the happiness they know is not only what you can gain with eyesight


so don't get uptight

about being pressured to be upright

because there might be trip ups and oversights

that we can't fix overnight


that are thrown back in our faces 

by the ones we love as we try to build are bases 

our foundations shaky 

but its alright

you'll be fine 

and i'll be fine

in this still sunset life 

of 

mine

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