I see you’re prying, want a glimpse

What is the mind
but one secretive underground,
and you, a cave diver
scouring the depths
of my thoughts
in search of answers.

Who am I?
Who am I, really?

Yes, the impression I give
sums up the ideal
of who I could be
but alas I am not.
Only snippets
of my thoughts
you shall have.

So apply your paints
upon my canvas,
paint my picture
in the colours of me
that you see,
but you’ll never
reach my underground,
I have the skeleton key.

Reviews

[Lisasview]

Oh my..I love this poem..Relates to several of my early poems...especially THOUGHTS..
No one can ever know you..really... we are all our own constant companion..
Having written that i think I will use Contact Companion as a Title...
Anyway, back to you Andrew..
Again, I really loved your poem.
LIsa, Early Sunday morning in beautiful Spain..

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you Lisa, it’s Sunday night 630pm here. Have a nice day.

[Lisasview]

Such fun to know where people are and what they are doing all over the world..
Finished practicing piano..had breakfast.. cleaned and now off to my veggie garden..
Have a lovely evening,
Lisa

[andrew mitchell]

We just had roast chicken and veg for dinner, yummy.

[andrew mitchell]

Happy gardening too

[Lisasview]

Thank you... We have not eaten Meat or chicken in about 30 years... Fish and veggies...

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

Wow! I liked this very much! Trying to escape thoughts sometimes is hard! Well penned indeed!

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you Kathy for your kind words.

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

You are welcome!