{"sf1_id":496087,"sf2_id":"V1YjPYxe","title":"Closet","author":"silverosiratus","words":120,"posted_at":"2013-02-02T19:01:00.000Z","tags":["Inner_focus","Pain","closet","darkness"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/496087-closet","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/V1YjPYxe","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/c4/1e/c41edaeb-d764-46f1-97ab-3be9a57060a7","description":"#1 of Poetry\n\none of my old OLD poems...","content":"I stare into the darkness,\n\nthat is the life ridden void of my closet,\n\nand though I cannot see what lies within,\n\nI can see what lies within.\n\nNot within the closet, no.\n\nFor that which I am blind to.  \nBut within my own self, I can see within.\n\nFor I am like the closet.\n\nThe lifeless dark closet.\n\nI am something that hides within.  \nI am something that hides in a darkness so fondly known.\n\nAnd I hide secrets.\n\nI hide many things of value.\n\nI protect them with doors, like a closet.   \nI protect them with the door that is my heart.\n\nI am the closet, for I am dark, hidden, protective of treasures, and I am closed.\n\n  \n  \n\n"}