January 17, 2021. 1:22 PM

The Inner Feeling

The inner feeling In which they are hidden There’s no power of healing The things that are forbidden.

A little, tiny, very small Peeking through the wall Short, not very tall The most whimsical of us all.

Power we cannot see The ghastly things are up for a walk The prisoners are we Suddenly we’re not able to talk.

A dried fiend, A false end, At least it can make us understand.

All the faces we won’t see All the places in which we cannot be For all, we can’t make ourselves free.