A TALE OF A WOUNDED SOUL (The Catcher In The Rye)

dreamcatcher - secrets

 Finest gossamer kisses

Like sheer and aged lace

Guarded secrets, hidden

Daring not to show their face


Shattering the human psyche

Destroying inner souls

Lying buried deep in hearts

Digging deeper holes


A tangled knot of words

Come drifting on the wind

A featherweight of tales

Against fair airbrushed skin


Perhaps the nightmare follows

I ask “well, who am I?”

The dreams, they closely follow

The catcher in the rye.

6 thoughts on “A TALE OF A WOUNDED SOUL (The Catcher In The Rye)

  1. I like the sound and feel of your poem, Ellie, although I’m not sure the precise interpretation of it. Long hidden secrets can definitely cause problems for us all at times, though. I could give examples, but I think I’ll hide my secrets a bit longer. 🙂

    1. Thanks, Bun. You got the gist of my poem pretty well right – old skeletons in old closets are painful, but hey, I’m still here to ‘tell the tale’ x 🙂

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