Scary Closets Poem by Dale Barnes

Open The Door


Strolling the Closet, the Caste…


Skeletons with Headsets…


Toys… from the Past.


Three walls…One Door…


A Thousand Memories.


Dolls and Gowns…For Evermore…


Shards of Scents,


Ravenous Hopes and Dreams…and:


Ballroom Nightmares.


Gone Days…Needless Nights.


Passion. Shoes. Trinkets…Bones.


Un-lost Loves…Stale Overtones.


I Rhyme for reason…


in the darkness Known.


It’s Cold Hard in Here with No One Home.


I Preach to the sounds of Empty…


Suits…and Blouses of Mary.


My Humble Soul Sulks in…


Missionary Fashion.


This Closet Breathes… a Wreath of you,


The Door Closed on time…


It’s just…I’m All… out of New


And Reason of You.


Close the Door.



© DRB 2009