Closet Case
I put my quill to parchment
And like a gaping wound
My heart spills my pain upon it
Like crimson tears the words
Drip onto the pale yellow page
Soaking it with emotions so profound
My hand struggles to write
A release of my soul
Now permanently stained
In bold italics across the tattered sheet
A bitter sweet ode to my demons
Another metaphysical analogy of life
No longer wanted
Another useless attempt at salvation
A long overdue goodbye
That no one will ever read
Until they finally find me
Hanging in the closet
Amongst the other skeletons
I have unwittingly collected
And can no longer tolerate
Nor live with
Or most important of all
Hide from myself
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