Take Again The Cliches Of Ourselves, - Poem by RIC BASTASA

i also know how to close
doors, in fact, i have closed so many,
to my own delight,
though, i have to be honest that at times,
closing a door leaves in me the sound
of sad hinges,
nevertheless, i have managed
to familiarize
myself with the sound of
rusty hands, and the rattles of nails,

after all, learning to survive the hazards
of walling in and walling out is the only means
that we use to arrive at survival rooms,
where we feel safe and take the soundness
of sleep

we take again the cliches of ourselves,
the redundancies of our usual beginnings
our modest cruelties, our capacity to escape
and be strangers to places of our lonely hearts.

Topic(s) of this poem: life

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Poem Submitted: Friday, September 4, 2015

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