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Close The Door

Gouged into the wood
destroyed by the force of breaking
As silver glints on another slammed door
I find the lines of the wood grain

tracking them with utmost concentration
lest I lose myself in other thoughts
such as where did I put the key to this lock
it's better not to know

The door was shut, the windows hidden
I cannot leave this world of mine
The images that rise unbidden
the last thoughts that I wish to find

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  • squirrelgirl
    May 28, 2008

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    Did you lock yourself out?
    That reminds me of that choir trip I went on a week or two ago. I was gone all day, but before I left I told my dad that I would be back around 8pm and mentioned a note on the fridge that had more details. Anyway, I went on the trip and had a great time. I got back to the school, borrowed someone's cell phone and called home. Nobody answered. I called again 10 minutes later with the same results. I called everybody that I happened to know phone numbers for and NOBODY, not one person, picked up. My choir teacher ended up bringing me to a neighbor's house at 9pm.
    Great write!
    May your pencil never break!
    ~squirrel~


  • lowercase prelude gold member
    May 26, 2008
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    i like the imagery in this one. well penned