Behind Closed Doors Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Reining in emotions, not letting someone's words capture my
imagination, knowing that it's wrong to think of any particle
of it.

Solemnly watching and partaking of none of it at any time,
life is singly becoming itself in other realms, outside of
desires and love.

Nothing to be taken or gotten from unrealized dreams, left
by the wayside on lost horizons, next to nothing, lying in
possibilities on any level in this life.

Nevermore being thought, just written here in this poem for
a final time, to be seen and then forgotten.

Always to remain behind closed minds of intellect, never
rehearsed or realized because they are not of this particular
time and place.

Soothing nothing within, yet, leaving emptiness for all time,
because they are long forgotten.