Closed Doors

A door groans shut on rusted hinges
Loved ones have passed, they're gone
But when a door's closed
You open it

There's just one problem
The key
is a kitchen knife, smuggled pills, a long fall

So now I enter my house with a blade
Leaping I leave it
I lock it, downing a glass of water

Together I linked us
So I wouldn't lose them
But now they're shackles
My dead weight

They're carried in my thoughts
Sugar sweet voices I don't want to hear
Are flittering like dark hummingbirds in my head
Devouring me with hungry smiles from the inside