Saturday, December 12, 2015

Troubling Inner Sanctum


Call me 
Quasimodo if you will, 
But whenever I feel 
I have to venture deep 
Inside the troubled 
Heart, I make doubly sure 
All doors are barred 
And the window 
Shutters shut tight— 
I brook no grotesque salivating 
Straightjacketed curiosity 
Seekers disturbing 
My mind’s deformed bent. 

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