Poem 2: sightless door

footsteps now walking in my mind
with a slow and measured tread,
the sky of illusion breaks and falls,
now, screams the stranger in my head.

alone within this lively crowd
of thoughts the conscience fears,
silence trys, but will never drown
the sadness that laughs and jeers.

the tongue is tired of negative words
that keep expression chained,
talking only in fear of feelings lost
long before they are found.

this sightless door has only one key
attached to the watch-chain of fate,
a fellow traveller in the corridor blind
who knows the scenery of this estate.