Dark Closet (Standing) Poem by douglas lewis

Dark Closet (Standing)



Death does not breathe
Within a casket
Standing on its toes.
And I am not alone.
My nape hairs dance
In muted step
As I grope to feel
The blinded stare.
But its eyes are
Nestled in a pocket
And wrapped
In heavy cloth.

Friday, May 5, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: casket,darkness,death,panic
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