Hiding Places

These places I go

Are secret and dark

Some locked

Within my mind

And I

Can almost always mark

Intruders

When they come

 

And whatever I do here

Never sees

The cheerful light of day

And in the cozy

Warmth of the shadows

I hide my thoughts away

 

And no one can find

My hiding places

In the places they forsook

The little places

They don’t see

Anymore

…Not that they would ever look

The End

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