Beautiful Dungeons

The sconce, with it’s bronze filigree,
lights the room,
drawing attention to itself,
not the dark, so vivid
in the corners.

It is a thing of elegance,
but it’s light is dim,
reminding you that even
if it is a beautiful dungeon,
it is still
a dungeon.

About this poem

Have you ever been in a place that looked so storybook perfect on the outside, while inside you were slowly dying?

I thought so.

Tom