Poetry of Jaime Peak: Keeper of the Keys, Hollow, Thoughts

Keeper of the Keys

Look into my eyes
Look into the deep
See past the blockade
See past the facade
Read these walls
Read this labyrinth
Solve the puzzle
Solve the riddle
Don't trust your eyes
Don't trust my mind
Take my hand
Take the key
Help me breathe
Help me stand
Lead the way
Lead me through
Find my vision
Find the start
Unlock these chains
Unlock my heart

Hollow

Hollow and abandoned
the crevices of this cavity in my chest
where a heart used to beat for you
have become musky and dank
the crimson red passion
which pulsed through my veins
propelled by an accelerated pulse
has died down to a trickle
rigor mortise is
weaving its way
through my muscles
which ache to move

Thoughts

Scattered thoughts
And Scattered times
Scattered hearts
And Scattered minds

Night is coming
Lights are dieing
Night is fading
The sun is rising

Time is passing
Words are failing
Memories racing
Feelings soaring

All the same
And all are not
All these things
And once forgot

Copyright 2008, Jaime Peak. © This work is protected under the U.S. copyright laws. It may not be reproduced, reprinted, reused, or altered without the expressed written permission of the author.

Jaime Peak is a college Junior majoring in Film and minoring in Chinese.