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