A Door And Man Poem by Ezekiel Gonzales

Well damn,
Here I am again; back to the door, a locked room-- secrets bolted, hidden under the rug

What does the man think
A beautiful verse of failure
Does he believe or take it face value?

Beating a tune
Singing the blues

Well damn,
Here I am again;
Back to the door, free to all
We know what he thinks
A string of useless words that he won't believe,
never one for honesty

Slamming the keys
Shouting to the trees
Well damn.