What is hidden
What do I seek
What are the words
I dare not speak
Lurking in the shadows
These thoughts they creep
To fully explore them
They beg but still not a peep
Refusing to acknowledge they exist
Feels like the best way
To deal with this
But it’s a decision
That is not really ever made
As the question rises
With each freshly born day
The chains draped
Clanging as I walk as if a slave
Each one released drops to the ground
But then from which springs two more
Working their way around
My body as if serpents
Collecting their pray
Strange that I the owner have no say
In how they position themselves
And on what parts of me they choose to drag
Causing a path behind me
That turns into a trench
Getting deeper and deeper as I pace
Creating in its own twisted way
A new exit from this place
blackswanpoetry 
Digging your own grave? We have to learn when to unlock and let go of thoughts not needed.
great comment! Thanks
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I concur
Thank you Bob
Thank you so much!