Closed Doors
Thought is a disorder an inheritance from the pain that's gone before
Close the door to though and you will feel pain no more
The silence that I feel is above the conjured image and the self will
I have found peace and calm at last and the beauty and love I thought was lost
Hush now you memory that dares to break this bliss
Like a snake it slithers in my mind with its ever present hiss
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