dull treasures

another found poem, lucky for me I turned the page after the last poem. Anyway, here it is, it may be dull though.

Woken here

we breath the nightmare

Like a locomotive chruning

coal to flame

sweet smile to dagger shaped teardrops

Here is the mindscape

Burnt from the inside

Faster the engines push

lungs expell and inhale

here the thought races

faster still where the voice echoes

Blind echo reaching

Investigating doubt

doubt enshrined with gold

Flesh, O mortal temple

Temple, O immortal flesh

mortared with pain and fear

Flames crescendo

until the crucible itself shatters

Each day we escape the cage

yet fall into another

eyes blinded to the true walls which hold us

the frightening tomb which is our consciousness.