Closed Doors Poem by Alyssa Lynn

Closed doors, oh how I hate closed doors, there’s something so impersonal about closed doors. Closed doors remind me of walls and you know how much we humans love to build those walls anything to keep out our demons, anything to keep anyone out of our sight of vision. Out of sight out of mind right?

Well tell me when does “absence make the heart grow fonder”, your absence has merely left me with a ache that feels more like a gaping hole in my chest so do tell me…Where is my temporary fix? Where is my cement, my duct tape, my cork, my whatever you can really throw at me to fill in this empty gap…where are my “magical pills”…that’s what he used to call them right?

His “magical pills” Well I’ll tell you those pills must’ve been broken because I can tell you they sure as hell didn’t “fix him” so tell me how they’re going to fix me? This is what her words do to me….they make me think of a girl who used to have suicidal tendencies just hidden under the surface…hidden.

They make me think of a girl who would only cry in the dark. Oh but don’t worry I locked her away …far far away. I locked her behind a door..but she still whispers promises in my ear sweet melodies..even behind locked doors.