Sounds Of Psyche Poem by Marcos Gurrola

I see the curve of reality
Hidden faces behind glass
Smirking's of empty halls
The soft play of broken doors
Steady waves of padded rooms
And complete and utter irritating taps of pens
The sweeping of salted sheets
The hum of forbidden light
Streams of bright particles
And the screams of lost nights
They say in my mind nothing more
But I know better
I see them for what they are…Liars!
Behind white coats and golden names
Lies beasts of hearts
And silent killers of found fantasy's
Let not there soft and gentle words
Break through your psyche
I have found them
I have seen them
And in my mind
They...shall not... Enter!