Friday, February 4, 2011

No Doors



I sob uncontrollably
in dark they echo
against metal walls
I comb with my hands
can't find a knob
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4 comments:

  1. MaryFebruary 4, 2011 at 5:47 PM

    Whew! Just whew!!

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  2. Judy RoneyFebruary 5, 2011 at 5:58 AM

    What a dark scary place. One that we've all probably been to at one time or another. I'm so glad there is a nob somewhere and we have to keep combing.

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  3. AnonymousFebruary 7, 2011 at 6:22 PM

    lovely twists and sad yet beautiful...

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  4. Sherry Blue SkyFebruary 7, 2011 at 7:59 PM

    Oh this is a very relatable poem......feeling for a knob that isnt there. Well done.

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