Gallery (of my heart)

Hidden far inside my warm enclosure,

a tiny crimson cage protects various parts of me.   

A place of sentimentality and self-destruction. 

With paintings sweet enough to bring life back to dear, old Vincent.

Yellowing, crumbling wallpaper lining the eternal corridor.  

Glass cages lead the way like stepping stones, 

teddy bears, sweets and books. 

A room of loss, 

a tough one to visit, yet the one i do the most. 

Dusty oils of old friends, family members, imaginary friends and parts of myself.

Some smiling, crying, even some laughing. 

Dust and age cover those at the far end,

Forgotten smiles erased by time.

A tiny cupboard bustling with memories still alive,

Rushing through my mind.

Clinging and grasping, 

Begging to live. 

Endless time, 

Darkness encompasses all.

• Kit Evans