Your Mind

• Enrico Arreza, Grade 10, Southern Cross Grammar -
• Poetry
• 2018

Excellence Award in the 'Horizon of Dreams 2018' competition

It's a perpetual darkness; buried, like a tomb.
None wish to explore this place,
For they know it will be their doom.
Ghosts out and about, speaking with unheard voices,
Yet they are strangely familiar, and they'll give you two choices.
You go with them, or leave, they make it seem simple,
But there are others in here, some not so civil.
They too call out, some speaking nice, others not so,
You are threatened and comforted, who's honest, you do not know.
Some doubt your ability, others fear what you can do.
You are too few to contest them, they usher you through.
Should you venture deeper, you risk your life,
Should you try to escape, you must fight, hand to knife.
Don't bother calling for help, there's no one near.
It's your world, my world,
Even angels can't help you here.