Our Closet
Your closet was ajar
i took a peek inside
you haven't been here for awhile
it's filled with jagged things
deep from the complexities of mind
dark horses stomping foul thoughts
things concieved but never born
old holiday bulbs of regret
burned out over time
yellow paper clippings
from little victories
under an avalanche
of filthy things
sprinkled with childhood themes
fairy tales and rusty bike bells
ice cream truck melodies
your closet is a vertical casket
a time trap for dead and dying dreams,
it looks a lot like mine.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2019
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