I built myself a closet,
it's quite a work of art.
With concrete walls & cast iron hinges,
it can't be torn apart.
Inside I've got some boxes,
of every shape and size.
When I'm forced to open it,
I always close my eyes.
Cause each box contains a memory,
full of anger, hurt and pain.
That's why I put them in there,
to keep from going insane.
Too old to build another,
and I'm just too tired to try.
this one will have to last me,
until the day I die.
So I'm giving you a warning,
believe me this ain't no bull.
If I were you I'd leave me alone,
the closet's almost full.
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jerryd59 (
Offline) - Published: August 6th, 2016 23:09
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WELCOME JERRY ~ Awesome first poem ~ pulsating with rhyme and rhythm. Easy to read ~ great to recite ~ which is the hallmark of o good poem ! I am a performance poet. I love the concept of locking all your bad vibes and memories in a closet ! Like yours mine would be mega ! Hope you still have some space left at the end. Thanks for sharing ~ loved it BRIAN
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