Alice Anne Gordon
The Cupboard Under The Stairs - Poem by Alice Anne Gordon
Dark devours the hurt,
cradled under coats in the cusp of safety,
far from prying ears
a whimper of self comfort,
in the company of a clicking meter.
The light slivers along the crack,
breaking into the darkness
of worn shoes and winter mittens.
Circumstances and surroundings uncomfortable.
How long to stay in the shadows?
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