the locked door

crazy and depressing trip through my minid

Locked DooR
By clara daims

my dreamself drifts along
the deserted alleyways of my mind,
like a ghost
it wanders
through a crooked passage between walls
tall as my most
disgraceful failures

lonely, loneliness.
silence, SILENCE fills my ears with that dreadful
pounding as though i am pounding on an old door.
locked without a key
behind that door secrets lie piled up
like empty beer crates behind the tavern
Full with the stench of rotting dreams

and because many dreams have rotted


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because
many will