My Secret Place

My Secret Place

Deep below the gloom of a well

Yet higher than space

My secrete place I go sail

Through mystic membranes given as a gift

Between my world

And their world my existence does shift

A place where saturnine thoughts are free

I can say what I want

And really be me

A place where I am tempered by freedom alone

Pleasant images

And  distorted ones, are free to roam

Away from this place there is a lot of rain

Nostalgic grief

And mental pain

Its where I have to be all of the time

My secret place

Is my own mind <3

 

DBurke

Reviews

[Poetic Beauty]

this poem is very descriptive and the flow is smooth. the topic is one that we all feel from time to time. I have two separate parts of my mind for memories one where i simply think about them and the part is where I feel the emotions that go along with them. Some days the emotions hurt too much and I can't think about them in detail and this is what this "secret world" you describe in this poem reminds me of.

[Amy Bumpas]

This is a great poem, and I feel the same way when I go
into my own little world and write...just me
and my muse. This is my favorite line: Through mystic membranes given as a gift
Between my world
And their world my existence does shift

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

I loved visiting the secret oasis that only exists in your mind. It seemed to be a very magical and comforting place. This poem seemed almost trippy at times because of how strong your images are. This was a sweet mini-vacation for me.