Close The Door

From the bottom
Looking up

I find myself wanting
Want it to stop

Pouring In
Hole in the top

What kind of world
Make it stop

The window is shut
Drapes drawn tight

Stellar light
Retinal plight

Please stop the flood
Stem the ebb and flow

Close the door
Lock it and go

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Filed under: Poetic Tagged: depression, healing, loneliness, sending off