House of Horrors

the mind is a palace

the mind is a house of horrors

most hospitable to any travellers

regardless of the duration of their stay,

make your memories

clean the dirty sheets

return the keys

be on your way

but the mind is at overcapacity

with unwelcomed visitors

overstaying their customary welcome,

some days

when there is light outside

and they choose to leave for excursions

across the Atlantic where it is night of day

I lock their rooms

and for a while

there is peace in the palace

but when they return from excursions brief

they bring with them ten times the grief

and as a weary innkeeper

I sit in the dark of the night

when silence meanders into isolation

and that is when

the squatters make their move for

the keys I have carelessly left unchecked,

as I am lulled slowly to

the realm of dreams and devices

I am woken by -

the knells

by the clattering of plates

by the aquatic force of faucets

released and curbed

all at once

or the more devious variation

one by one

stopping and starting

stopping, starting

a symphony of the deranged,

by the marching beat

of evil feet

by the flickering of lights

within the palace

that force drunkenness into my flight upstairs,

and in this state

i am forced to care for their needs

endless frustrating gargantuan needs

each night, every night

sleepless and tired into the next day

slowly tearing away at my patience

and my mental fabric

these days however tiring they might be,

are days that are manageable

partly due to slumbering at the right time

on the clock,

however on days

when the key snaps, inside the lock,

the broken metal

unleashes the reckoning,

it pushes me to the brink,

that is when I need help,

need help to simply sleep,

The mind is a palace

occupied each night, every night

By unholy guests fictional beasts

and insidious insects

that lay into the sanity

of the weary innkeeper,

that burrow out from within

the eyes of the comatose

the mind is a house of horrors.

Maulik is a writer, poet and meme enthusiast whose raw and frank writing style connects us readers with our often repressed dark side, enabling us to face our demons head on, breaking down our doors of denial one poem at a time.

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