And Then When The Door Goes Bang

yes, when the door goes bang
you know it is closed and even locked
from the inside

and you do not wish to see anything
you are now alone
you do not wish also to enter that room

you feel so free and you go back
doing the thing that you always love

starting all over again
still hiding and concealing
now the giggling starts and then
the usual explosion
of yourself
in silence, this innermost peace
of the soul

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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