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

4 comments:

  1. 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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  2. lovely twists and sad yet beautiful...

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

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