SORRY I'M CLOSEDA Poem by andrew mitchellIn my youth, all I encountered was knock-backs. I was too nice ( you know the saying nice guys come last ) to be chewed up, and spat out emotionally in the dating scene ... but that came later.
Knock! Knock!
Open your door.Let me in. I try to open her senses; To wet her thoughts, Like a river over a rock, Rain over a stone. I surround her all; With my song and dance And in return, A cold heart stance. She's aware of my intentions So I try again .knock! knock! She's steadfast! My voice echoes Down her halls, in a void of defiance. Unbreakable is her thoughts; Her walls of resilience. Her lock cannot be opened Or broken. I haven't the right key Its in, I just can't turn it. Like a piano I haven't played In search of the right note. Rock-fast is her defences An impenetrable fortress But her flag's flying high. She's aware of my intentions But she has no need......... no need........ no need...... I leave, maybe another day, another time. I didn't see her sign "I'm Closed"
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10 Reviews Added on April 4, 2015 Last Updated on April 4, 2015 Authorandrew mitchelladelaide, AustraliaAboutStrindberg said. " When I come home and sit at my writing table, then I live.... I live, and I live in manifold fashion of all human beings. I depict; I am glad with the glad, wicked with the wicked,.. more..Writing
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