Title:  closing

Author:   eric88
Category:   Angst
Keywords:  ..

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heavy oak glazed and true, splinters woven throughout the grooves

nestled deep within the house, sitting to be unearthed its locked and mount

its handle dusted with rust, firmly locked in place. enriched in power and absent of grace

subtle tones it gives away, morning lows and nightly gaze

run your hand along its body, deep and true, absent of warmth

brittle hands they catch and scar, an ear to the door brings nothing

a mind to the lock brings scorn. a knock to the center a white knuckled sound

a faint cry for help brings nothing but the door

a house i travel daily, a house i know nothing about

its halls of empty dim light, its embodied rooms despite

every night filled with my steps. hands gliding against the walls

to find myself once again meeting with the door.

the protector of whats to gain, the minding brute to cross

a simple lock i can not pick, bringing myself against the door

making me a prisoner of my own house that i know of nothing about.

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