The Doors and the Frames

Well, the creator crafted it to be dark brown like vanished pine Some light brown and others painted with different tones for final touches Shiny it looks, from a distance, when still new, you like it so much But as soon as after installation, and the plastics are ripped of no one cares He will be there by the entrance, cold on the outside, warm in the inside, He will be there, scorched by the blazing sun yet cool in the inside He will be there, all wet, dusty and rusty, yet striving to be still, stainless steel And in good season you lean on him like he is a leaning pole We take selfies from an angle that doesn’t show dented sides and scars Dust off mats and dirty shoes on him When you are hands full from the grocery store you kick him open Lazy days you just stretch your sticky feet to close On bad days you shout at him, slam him so hard the dogs would bark from outside Returning from your night club you puke on him And when he squeaks to say a word you rebuke him When he cries out you add more effort Then you start complaining about his looks You start comparing him with the freshman behind his back Until one day, when he can’t take it anymore, he collapses And all you remain with is just photos, your selfies you didn’t crop In the background, he didn’t photobomb, you notice him He has always been there for you But you never paid attention #DepressionIsReal Space-Poet 17/05/2019 @17:15