Linda Lee
Locked, the fourth floor’s doored cubical
Inside the ghosts are lined up saying ‘hi’
Never is there goodbye: no living/leavin’
Did fear entrap? Is it power of the mind?
And who is to say, within, is not Nirvana...
Long roads taken, to nothing at all...
Entangled internals that never flee...
Eternity so vast; a door shut, finite.
(9/7/20: '05 Beneteau 373; KKMI)
Copyright © Susan Woodrow | Year Posted 2020
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