My doors smoky open <br />ethereal; <br />right and left corridor <br />compartmented. <br /> <br />I see patterns <br />and rooms <br />to the right and left. <br /> <br />Here my Room of Tears, <br />weeping walls that caterwaul. <br />All my sorrows hang here <br />and Deep Regrets lie on the floor. <br /> <br />All My Loves <br />are in this room <br />in hues rosette <br />most past; <br />their glow <br />shimmers <br />even outside <br />in the corridor. <br /> <br />My eyes lid as I pass <br />my rooms of Cardinal Sins; <br />faces there <br />I'd wronged or mislead, <br /> <br />I was relieved to see Repentments Rooms next <br />where Atonements array the walls <br />and below on tables are <br />Just Due Parchments properly signed <br />for deliverance to Justice Hall. <br /> <br />I did make some things right there. <br /> <br />Upstairs are my Best Regards <br />in alcoves 'round my Heart <br />very soft <br />healing arts applied with care there. <br /> <br /> <br />I'm now down to Secret Sins, <br />its door ajar with Gambolments, <br />Inexcusables-Mindless Hurts- <br />all Unspeakables. <br /> <br />Oh, each time I make this trip <br /> <br />my energy's spent; <br />and I vow <br />next time <br />to make of it <br />a more pleasant trip <br />through this <br />my Soul's House.<br /><br />Lonnie Hicks<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/smokey-hued/
