my cell door goes
click,clack
balleywack
hacketty yack
latch!
and I’m locked in again..
sealed between
four cement walls
a cement ceiling and
a cement floor
as if.. I were dead and
entombed once more
maybe I die each time
I come in
and maybe I arise each time
I go out that door
maybe!
is this where they send
the lost souls or
the found ones?
is this a safe place
to find god?
what if I don’t?
what if I already have?
what if my mom and dad
don’t forgive me?
what if I die here?
what if I’m already dead?
well..
no worries because
sooner or later
that door will go
click, clack
balleywack
hacketty yack
and I will rise
again
it’s not that life is long
it’s that death is slow
everything you ever wanted
when you let it all
go.
🦋you will rise-and feel your heartbeat🦋
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Love the flow of this poem with the onomatopoeic sounds of the door. Great work!
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you are so talented! Your poetry is so elegant and powerful!
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