Open Poetry #36 |
The Shape of Lies. |
exhale Senior Member
since 2003-06-13
Posts 646Alberta,Canada |
the shape of the door knob and how it fits so well into my palm I'll stand here with the cold metal shaking my bones or is that my nerves. I'll let the wood laugh at me as my hesitance transcends fear for this door is my own. made of iron made of words because I bury myself in words most of them meaning as much as the pen used to write them. would you be uneasy at the thought of a lie in form a form any form as long as it's your lie these words could strangle me. but with this door closed with the cold metal knob still in my palm those lies these lies are still. |
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ChemicalRepose Member
since 2004-03-28
Posts 102 |
Very interesting and a lot of good imagery. Maybe you could break through the door though? |
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