The Closet Poem by Marilyn Jean

A closet is this mind, mine, when sleep comes
The secret again is this last dream of you
In the night so far away next to them
Only you deliver such a joyful dream of kisses
There I am happy for a second or two
But waking up is so sad as you are never here
Keeping this secret here truly weighs tons on me
So, collapsing inside by daylight is my rule
My closet holds badly a sweet yet ravaging secret
Maybe I should ignore it all and move on fast
Yet, I cannot and it keeps growing back here