Behind Closed Doors
dust kittens played with cotton balls
moonlight glares at them
through shabby twill curtains
cool breezes tickling their fancies
old shoes left to forget the smell of feet
long for the click-clack of the corridor
a dress hangs yellowing in the darkness
a tarnished tiara mourns
for a kingdom that was not
John G. Lawless
©10/25/2019
Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2019
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