The D Spot

In the dizzy dying darkness in the crawlspace of my mind
The cobwebs come to light at once a ghost pulls up the blind
I stare out thru the windows that have never seen the day
I wonder what possessed me then and holds me til this day.
In the warming of the winter when the flowers start to rise
I wander like a child now with ever-widening eyes.
I feel the moon within me and I feel the sun without
I feel the stars above me as my defenses all give out.
I walk within the prison walls I set before myself
I wander in the distance but I never leave my shelf.
A trinket or a toy now, a picture from a page
A telescope turned backwards as I now feel my age.
So in my dusty darkness, all quiet in the dim
I let the shades fall closed again and no more think of him.