Closedoor written by SMiles at



written by: SMiles



Petulance always has me mastered
a loser
to any game
stupidity and stubbornness
by any other name
aimed as an Achilles
a worn
slammed door brooch
emblazoning as a cross
of a klan
hooded roach

left as a forlorn on the in
a tensioning
of cupid’s arrow
but for the pride before a fall
a monolith of sorrow
sorry to become the alien
an apology
of man’s heel
refusing to bend before thee
rendering no appeal

the door becomes our barrier
to which I’ve manned
it’s I that now endures
an ache
I never planned
I’ve no tangible explanation
nor reason
with which to blame
the door remaining shut
I must now live
within that shame.

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