The Land Of Mystery Part 1 Poem by Bradley Dean

I live in a land of mystery
Curtains and carpets
Are mythical creatures to me
Enrobing my life in darkness
And artificial comfort
Like my false friends
Who claim to support me
But just pretend

I live in a land of mystery
Doors and their handles
Yet my main door
It has no handle
It is empty, naked
I cannot open it
I try all day and night
But It is still shut

I live in a land of mystery
Radiators and Radios
Both transmitting
Heat and sound
Sometimes
The radio is warmer
It's words more fiery
Than my boilers innards

I live in a land of mystery
And I don't want to anymore
I just want things
To be normal
Like they used to be
Before the doors,
Curtains, carpets,
Radios and radiators