The Closed Door

By , Hillsborough, NJ
The closed door marks a dead end
When you thought you could pretend
To make a better life with yourself
You think I’m better off on the shelf.
I pray that you will pick you up again
And maybe even try to explain
Why you haven’t strummed me in long
Sadly, I do know where you went wrong
The smell of it seeps through the door
I trusted him, you promised, you swore
Why can’t you try to understand?
Where did your dreams of a rock band go?
Disappear to?
The same place his life did
The same place that you did:
Behind the closed door





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