CLOSED DOORS


Behind closed doors,

(forbidden rooms)

A monk betrays

the mad buffoon.

Down crooked halls,

with twisted stairs,

Your feet could wind up anywhere.

A dizzy unrelenting drum,

a key must twine this spring undone.

With mercy’s milk,

discreet, unknown,

a hungry mouth 

will suckle stone;

Insatiable with ragged teeth,

to masticate,

(in disbelief)

on victuals others abhor-

But you, my friend, will not ignore.

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Author: moonmaenad

Unskilled Navigator of this ocean we call life..somebody throw me a lifejacket STAT…or a clever and friendly dolphin

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