A bed lies in a chamber
Under lock and key
Almost as if to say that those
Who lie and remain within
Are proctected

But lie in that bed
In that “Safe” chamber
See what thoughts invade
The darkest corners of your mind

The light that shone in your mind
Is dulled and intensified
By the addition of thoughts
And lack of space

The darker the dark
The brighter the light

As that flame’s intensity
Grows from the wick
Oxygen is flooded to it
The flame grows
Larger and louder
Less in control

But as the flame is dulled
The mind becomes week
And cannot help
The penetration
That is happening
And impending

A safe bed
A safe room
Safe no more
Not from the confines
Of ones mind
And its thoughts

-Alex Brosseau