Saturday, December 14, 2013

Hey, Stupid

Slid the metal into its latch,
Closed, shut and locked
One more door. 

Checked for gaps and chinks
And sealed them in bad poetry
Mean sarcasm
And junk food, at times.

Was busy
Checking, rechecking and multichecking
Locked, relocked and multilocked doors,
Separating, hiding, shielding.

Didn't realize
That the walls were crumbling,
Whispering their demise
Into unnoticed breaths and sighs.
Walls made of still-frames
Hopes
And favourite quotes
Of memories,
Stains
And growing-up-pains;

I was sitting behind closed doors
In a room with no walls.

Of course,I looked stupid.

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