Juliet Ligon Poet Free verse

Closed Out

The door handle taunts me.
No one wants me     to hear.
About me,     but without me,
vibrations of sound drown
down to the ground,
as my heart pounds on edge.
A wedge of aloofness 
keeps me      estranged,
unchanged from who 
I knew I'd become,
as numb as a child,
defiled and denied
the comfort of trust.
Like a tired mime,
I idly cry inside,
eyelids great for hiding.
Confiding happens
behind closed doors
without me;
About me     or not,
I am unwanted in.

12-11-2024

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Paul Bell December 12, 2024 at 5:34 AM They always say, no one knows what happens behind closed doors, till the day they all know. Juliet Ligon December 12, 2024 at 8:02 AM Thanks for you visit. The office door at my work is nearby me, and one time I heard my name through the closed door, but didn't make out everything they were saying. The feeling reminded me of childhood.