The Locked Attic -

I want to sleep to dream  
dreaming about dreaming dreams,  
some that float around in my  
closets like moths,  
carry them upstairs, let them  
decorate the bare walls,  
paint over the undistinguished  
let fresh thoughts blow through  
broken windows, clearing  
stale areas,
the basement is flooded,  
indecision seeping in  
from everywhere,  
but one saving grace  
of this dilapidated property  
is the attic,  
dressed full of furnishings  
but the door leading there  
is locked  
and I misplaced my only key.
Written by BeginningPoet
Published | Edited 23rd Sep 2020
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