The door





The door


I require your attention

my locks need graphite

and a new key too.


My hinges scream

in pain

for just a little

drip of oil


Swinging from the frame

to be closed

waiting in vain


After all I am the door

kept open

on your past

don’t you remember?


Why do you always

slam me shut

with force?

helmut s. 97/98

…and have a most beautiful day, every day!