Dark and dusty, cobwebbed and musty. A space I used to go to for escape. A flashlight and a bundle of comic books were all this little nook needed. I would read my adventures, sequestered in this hidey-hole. I had control. No one else ventured there. My siblings found it very scary, but to me it was sanctuary.
Every young boy needs
a place that is all his own.
Private thoughts to keep.
© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2016
Poetic Asides April Poem-A-Day Challenge – Day #9 “Hideaway”
THROUGH THE EYES OF A POET'S HEART 
I had several hideaways like that, the most foolish being on my bedroom windowsill behind the curtains!
Easy escape, easy capture. As long as the window was closed!
I loved to sit under our porch too