It is shut
Cut off
And hidden
Where once
There was a sharing
Now only secrets
Stir
I fumble in the pockets
Of my soul
Looking for the lost key
For she has shut
And will not
Open to me
YOU ARE READING
EXPOSED
PuisiA peak behind the curtains, The stripping of the facade, Let's peak inside my head, And prepare to be awed... ;-) Photo is of Lake Nakuru in Kenya.
