The door is closed

The door is closed

A Poem by Jon Roggie

At 7,
  the night is growing old.

Go to sleep.

No need to pretend I am not watching.

At least you have not caught me!

Taking the effort,
  give you your dignity.

Another ramble,
  and when the door closes,
     I can finally cry.

© 2015 Jon Roggie


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this is so sad...like someone who is losing a loved one to cancer---and will peak in to the room, but not want the loved one to see him cry.
And eventually that door will stay closed.

Posted 9 Years Ago


Jon Roggie

9 Years Ago

This was tough. Thank you for the the kind words, Jacob.

Jon

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Added on February 17, 2015
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Jon Roggie
Jon Roggie

Porterville, CA



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