A Travel Through Thought

Whose hidden in the crevices of a writers mind?-Rought draft poem.

Search begins as darkness passes,
A little light on darkness’ sadness.
Crouching in the corner crevice
Sat the shadow that haunts the
Midnight, creeping soundless.
Approach the memories of each
Hallowed space,
Pace lightly as newly disturbed dust clouds
Cover your face.
It’s scary to crawl through your minds hidden thoughts,
But not as disturbing to realize how scared you become
Of the creatures you created to hide in your own mind.