Dream Dungeons

I wrote this poem in my head today, when I lay in bed and couldn't sleep trough the dark early morning. I put it here, so it will not be forgotten.

No one
must ever know
my dreams
Not even I

I locked them up
with a billion locks
in the darkest dungeon
of my soul

Some of them are forgotten
others may have died
I dont really know
because all of them
are being ignored

I feel no guilt
I make excuses all the time;
-"they were not made for this world"
and the seasons shifts and shifts
and they shift again
but nothing ever change...

It's just some times
trough the extreme silence
that I can hear them
scratching
screaming
and crying
in their soundproof cells
distantly
frailer
I imagine;
less and less
with time

I feel no guilt
I make excuses all the time;
-"they were not made for this world"
and the seasons shifts and shifts
and they shift again
but nothing ever change...