All Closed Doors – a poem

Signs within signs, a world

Apart and inside, swirls

Of that which lies hidden

Oft times, secret, known, unspoken.

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Fragments of sorrow wave through

Windows with formless shimmers

In heat which pours from sunless

Skies, a dark tide strange litten.

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Woe betide the seeker of sympathies

For they shan’t find empathy, kind

Words nor allowances sought,

All closed doors must be passed…

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