You

You closed the black doors,

like a sealed temple

if such a thing exists.

You made your dwelling in various dark hearts,

slipped into a locked latch.

Dry leaves rustle under your feet in the silence of the night,

and like a stray dog,

you don’t know in whose house you’ll awaken.

Reviews

[nj coleman]

yes, I like this. Who is "you"? Hmm. You leave that up to the reader to decide. Methinks it's "depression"! Powerful and well written. You have the DNA of a poet.

[Mari]

Thank you very much!