Close the Door Outside

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The sun shines in the corner of my empty gloom
Frenzied rain pours outside, but it keeps well in tune,
I fight again with the windowpane
I shout to make it stop,
But the crazed sun shines on in vain.
God, it hurts to cry.

I see clouds fly by as the rainbow appears
Leaving dark grey cracks on the tiles’ veneer,
I fondle pictures until threadbare,
Tracing negative outlines
Neither here nor there,
God, I don’t know why.

A chink of light like a dab of heady perfume
Holds ajar another door in my vacuum,
The floor slips away from me once more,
So I’ll remain just a while
Focus on life’s open door,
God, it hurts my eyes.

I’m trapped in the aromas of the past’s insight
As the present mixes with a gin’s reality inside,
I let fly the doves, their offerings of doom,
Wonder why the sun shines
Cornering misery and gloom,
God, it hurts to cry.

 

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Author: Anita Lubesh

I write poetry/prose/stories/short stories/verses for children/sketch/and have 6 chapters of a novel sitting there like that half eaten trifle in the fridge or bottle of Jack Daniels because something makes you afraid to eat it or drink... right now.. I am a proud Geordie from England's northern hemisphere and the beautiful city of Newcastle upon Tyne. I live with my lovely husband who came all the way from sunny California just for me, and my favourite animal, Bobble, our dog. I am a member of Greenpeace and Friends of the Earth and wish we could all do more, especially today, when such a lot is wrong.

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