Hibernation Of The Self....

this door is closed

the pavement leading to
the stair is not even
allowed to receive
morning messages

the self is hibernating
on winter time
it is putting fire upon
its being
let no one enter
or one gets burned

in this hearth
of cinders
this molten lava
that purifies
rocks

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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