To Many Doors Not Enough Exits When Its To Late
Secrets spooned over !
the dipping of toast
into the steamed cup captured espresso.
Un-asked answerless questions.
They return spinning in an orbit of not knowing.
Chairs scattered; cold empty seats
the previous occupiers never to return !
All doors are open! and locked mindfully:
Between them truth struggles to breathe
choked by lies, in long dark years.
Now all exits lead out away beyond teenage years;
and their failing to look and ask .
The walls know! its dissolved into their existence.
To many doors, and not enough exits,
and a lost code of answers
sleep in distant soils and ashes,
still you don't know !
And never will.
Copyright © John Lusardi | Year Posted 2021
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