The Closet

[miyako73]

The Closet

Dark and empty,
Collecting dusts,
Home to cobwebs,
My narrow sanctuary
When light blinds
And air suffocates,
I lie on the floor
Carpeted with gray
And lean my head,
My back on the wall
I fill with doodles
And finger stains,
Holding the doors
Not to fly open
And expose my eyes,
As I dream of stars
Attacking the moon
And ruling over the sun,
Under the still hanger
Rusting bare and alone
My breath cannot reach,
Dead Dry and bitter,
Wishing nothing now
But to dwell in the dark.

[Song of Mercy]

This is dark and strong. Nice imagery with the hanger that your breath cannot move.

[PrinceMyshkin]

One might say "dusts" as a verb, but as a noun it is almost always singular.

Such a bleak poem. It made me want to cry.

[hillwalker]

Claustrophobic and suffocating - you have done another good job of drawing us into a world of anguish, enjoyable for all its poignancy.

[miyako73]

Thanks, song, hill, and prince. I used "dusts" because there are many kinds of dusts--powdery, grainy, etc.-- and the word in plural form is a metaphor for collected memories--pain, struggle, etc.

[Delta40]

you portray the isolation very well.

[Bar22do]

The Closet

Dark and empty,
Collecting dusts,
Home to cobwebs,
My narrow sanctuary
When light blinds
And air suffocates,
I lie on the floor
Carpeted with gray
And lean my head,
My back on the wall
I fill with doodles
And finger stains,
Holding the doors
Not to fly open
And expose my eyes,
As I dream of stars
Attacking the moon
And ruling over the sun,
Under the still hanger
Rusting bare and alone
My breath cannot reach,
Dead Dry and bitter,
Wishing nothing now
But to dwell in the dark.

Hard to absorb, but for its poetical beauty... thanks a lot, sincerely - Bar