Closet Case

I put my quill to parchment

And like a gaping wound

My heart spills my pain upon it


Like crimson tears

The words Drip onto the pale yellow page

Soaking it with emotions so profound

My hand struggles to write


A release of my soul

Now permanently stained

In bold italics across the tattered sheet


A bitter sweet ode to my demons

Another metaphysical analogy of life

No longer wanted


Another useless attempt at salvation

A long overdue goodbye

That no one will ever read


Until they finally find me

Hanging in the closet

Amongst the other skeletons

I have unwittingly collected


And can no longer tolerate

Nor live with

Or most important of all

Hide from myself



  • elphaba993

    I love this.

    • notapoet

      I'm glad you enjoyed it, thanks for giving it a read and taking time to comment, much appreciated.

    • Tony36

      Love it

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