Surrounded By Clasps
He had lost the key to his heart a few turns ago
The door pitifully creaked in its worn out hinges
Cobwebs smirked wryly on his dread locked beard
Haunted by the dark spineless spider in his soul
Locked down and shut out on a threshold of destiny
He picked his stubble as if to loosen a hapless bolt
The latch had long given way to rusty corrosion
Traces of decades’ oil mere traces of function
A fastener slowed down captured steady arrest
Pick axes of time surrendered as dust turned to dust
Memory’s cellar displayed on still roots of decay
Once more he scratched the surface of sorrow
The doorman bereft of shrewd loosening screws
Tightened his resolve and decided to move on
Reached for a grimy crowbar and lunged forward
After few futile attempts it dawned on the guy
That he needed to take back one step at a time
Wisened by the door stop he walked around …
07th February 2020
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