Lost thoughts

Airless and unloved, in the dank basement of the mind – L. Igloria ~ A Reparation

They call faintly, and I follow,
door creaking with menace,
light filtering through open stairs
leaving shadows, wood protesting
at every step down, but I go on,
heart pounding, telltale ticking
like a pendulum, dust clouds
floating up into musty air.
Above a shelf of rusty tools,
I grope for the single lightbulb,
string dangling like a spiderweb,
grasp, then pull, bringing light
to boxes stacked on boxes
full of unread scribblings.
Now, like an unwilling visitor
to a remote elderly relative,
I peruse those long-lost thoughts
in my graveyard of great ideas.

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This meditation inspired by dVerse is about the random ideas that come when we’re thinking of something else. The lines that look like steps were purely accidental.