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Closed Door

Behind the door
Lies the balm
To my heart sore
That refuses to be calm

I stretch my arms
To fling it open
But the qualm
Forces my limbs to soften

 I squirm, I fret
The lack of steel  
Pushes me into
The cavern of regret

The forces opposite 
Squash my breath
I gasp like the fish
On the verge of death

I beg for mercy
Knowing my sin
To be born
With no strength within

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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Date: 6/13/2011 11:29:00 AM
Congratulations on your featured poem this week Sharmila. Love, Carol
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Sharmila Menon
Date: 6/13/2011 9:59:00 PM
Thank you so much :)
Date: 6/13/2011 11:07:00 AM
My congratulations on your poem being featured this week, Sharmila
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Sharmila Menon
Date: 6/13/2011 10:00:00 PM
thanks a ton :)

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