In the chambers of mind

A dark write for my muse.

In the chambers of mind.

Cosmic piles of disillusionment

travel through his space

as junk,

while positive thoughts

abandon ship,

hope sinks on the waves

of depression;

in his sarcophagus

lies an ocean blue.

and the sounds

of nails driven through, tightly,

leaving no avenue of release.

There was no houdini 

who could escape his mind.

Reviews

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Dark indeed as you explore the inner world where we all fear darkness.
A couple of points:

'travel through his space' ?

'leaving no avenue of escape' ?

'There's no houdini
who could escape his mind.' perhaps?

[andrew mitchell]

Thanks for your appreciated comments John, I shall change.