doors and windows hidden beneath,
only one flowing object holds the key,
to the unknown world inside this cave
of inner whispers and mystery

winding pathways in and out,
twisting to and fro...
concealing deep, wandering shouts

bending trailways through and through,
foraging to and fro...
keeping out the ashes from all of (you)

searching back ways up and down,
turning to and fro...
deceiving internal screams and frowns

doors and windows embedded inside,
with one elusive object holding the key,
to the misunderstood land within this castle,
the untamed object known as poetry...
...through me...
-S.M.