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
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