Closed Doors


Closed doors
I pass through too many of them
From the streets
To the ones in my home.

Vary in latches and frames
Common in obscurity
Tuck away memories
Zip conversations
Grip relationships hanging by a thread
Breed silence
Or break all hell loose
Echo rattling of hards things thrown around
Hurl unclear dagger-like curses
Behind closed doors.

Sinister conspiracies to betray
Plotting death of acquaintances
Calling into confidence
For bilateral agreements to unfair contracts
Exchanging power and undue favours
Enabling backdoor entries of encroachers
Distributing loot amongst robbers
Behind closed doors.

Feeble whispers hissing in ears
Sending love notes
Or rhyming with her partner
In the romantic dark
She cleverly covers up bruises
Or calls them love bites
The shameless lying of couples in legal binding
Of course, with no witness
To what conjures up between hearts
She alone holds the secrets
Conceals stories of long nights

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About livedinitaly

Love food and traveling. Breaking out of this introvert shell by expressing my thoughts, experiences and feelings.
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