Behind Another Closed Locked Door Poem by Ruth Gordon

Behind Another Closed Locked Door



I saw a reflection in the glass
A dead girl crying, her I pass
I thought she looked familiar
Perhaps even similar
Only when I touched my cheek
Did I realize I was bleak

Behind another closed locked door
Lying on the bathroom floor
I shuddered when I realized I was a puddle
All tears and colorful clothes in a muddle
I allowed my fears to choke me
Hoping it would end me
Death was about as merciful
As I have been considered beautiful

Oh how I hate that man
Who is never willing to change his plan
Is it so bad to take someone for eternity?
Even if they have not reached purity?

My life a pile of rubble
As always just another trouble
I am just too tired, to keep up this façade any longer
They should have made me, just a little stronger

I might give up this fight, the end in sight
but first poorly sleep, so good night.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Mahfooz Ali 03 September 2006

Very nice poem and expressively written. Keep it up.

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