Which silences the longing
And prevents the breakthrough
Of the darker thoughts
It is however hemmed in
By the walls, the doors, the windows
Which provide a formidable barrier
To prevent its escape
The sunlight, even if not appreciated
Gives a warmth to further engage
The body, and perhaps the mind
In this somewhat settled state
Of course this is the exact
Atmosphere that the thinking
Seeks out; for what better place
To hold court, to sway
I do offer some resistance
Don’t go there I say to myself
Yet just as quickly strikes the ego:
Go there, go there you must
The shadows, the pictures, the memories
Once the floodgates open
The floodgates are opened
And all we can then do is to submerge
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