Analysis of Unhinged

Do Not Enter
Yet curiosity picks at the rusty locks
Encasing that eldritch tomb
Where decaying love lays strewn

Creak and crack it stands ajar
Peering I rake the desolate void
Where mouldy memories hang from hooks
And whimpering joy peeps from crannies and crooks

Each wary step raises moon dust
A swirling black ballerina
Engulfing gladness in gloom
Soot and ashes covering the room

Feelings fade in tattered scrapbooks
Delight in a pile is shrivelled and torn
A blackened mirror shudders to bare
The gnarled image now I wear

Gravely I turn to leave this wretched place
Silently mocked by misery and woe
In the shadowy haze I stop and look around
Searching for sanity in the Lost-and-Found