That Little Room

April 12, 2009
By Anonymous

A little dark closet
Separates living from dead
Where sick people reside
And those who have lost their way

Those who wander aimlessly
No longer feeling joy or sorrow
Keep their soul within their body
Enveloped in its darkness

And they lie in that closet
What others see of them
Is a clownish, distorted, impersonation
Who they are is in that room

That dark closet is where people go
When they no longer represent the living
Yet their bodies are not dead

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