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black door
one room
one chair
no windows
no lights
cold air
no halls
to other rooms
no paintings
or magazine racks
upon these
four black walls
you find yourself
by yourself, engowned
here - a place
with no sound
lost in time
in this hell
wondering how
you got in
it mattering not
now
with there being
only one way out
that you can see
a black door
with no knob
no lock
others sob
they are in shock
in grief
beyond
as you wait
here
in this place
to be
beckoned back
should that
black door
become agape
one chair
no windows
no lights
cold air
no halls
to other rooms
no paintings
or magazine racks
upon these
four black walls
you find yourself
by yourself, engowned
here - a place
with no sound
lost in time
in this hell
wondering how
you got in
it mattering not
now
with there being
only one way out
that you can see
a black door
with no knob
no lock
others sob
they are in shock
in grief
beyond
as you wait
here
in this place
to be
beckoned back
should that
black door
become agape
Published 6th Nov 2014
| Edited 7th Jan 2015
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