# Closet

Author: silverosiratus
Tags: Inner_focus, Pain, closet, darkness

#1 of Poetry

one of my old OLD poems...

I stare into the darkness,

that is the life ridden void of my closet,

and though I cannot see what lies within,

I can see what lies within.

Not within the closet, no.

For that which I am blind to.  
But within my own self, I can see within.

For I am like the closet.

The lifeless dark closet.

I am something that hides within.  
I am something that hides in a darkness so fondly known.

And I hide secrets.

I hide many things of value.

I protect them with doors, like a closet.   
I protect them with the door that is my heart.

I am the closet, for I am dark, hidden, protective of treasures, and I am closed.

Source: https://sofurry.com/s/V1YjPYxe