The Door Slams Shut

The door slams shut.
They never stay down there for long.
Too small,
Too low to the ground,
The damp seeps,
The mold grows,
The spiders creep.
The door slams shut.
Good only for a respite,
A breather,
A bearings gather.
The door slams shut.
Moving in or out?
Coming or going?
The door slams shut.
They leave, we remain
The door slams shut.


4 thoughts on “The Door Slams Shut

  1. Good afternoon Jill, glad that door opened long enough for this post to escape – long time no hear – all good with you and yours I hope.


    1. all is well, my friend! Just focusing my creativity in non-verbal directions these days. =)


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