The Attic Poem by jhonny jean

No windows to shed any light
Cobwebs, dark and somber
Like nightmares at night
That silent wild creatures’ howler

A webbed windowless chamber
Full of unspoken lost memories,
A death trap of black widow spider
With the last breath of crickets’ whisper

In this mellow drama of room
Represent the very essence of me
Untouched, uninvited, webbed, groomed
Like that part of my heart no one see

The shadowing corner of my mind
That has not seen the light of day
And the evil seeds I left behind,
These illogical thoughts I dare not to replay.

Lock in the attic of my soul,
In the resting nest of spiders’ web
Sealed like an antique scroll
Like twilight behind horizon that soon ebb.

In rare moment, in cracked door
These memories escaped through
And echoed many familiar sore
That still crippled my unforeseen virtue.