Where do you go to?
You locked the door so long ago that you misplaced the key
So where do you go to all locked away in your head, is it lonely?
I think you brought down the shutter with such a clanging thump
That your disappointment in an imperfect world left your heart a icy lump
Full of brazen bluff and blunt rebuff, and generic words of prudence
Platitudes with no substance giving yourself the false assurance.
You cant let anyone inside even were they to pick the locks now
Inside the shutter is a gate, and a wall, so nobody’s going to be let into the show
That you put forth as real
No one will see that the husk can still feel
So afraid of losing and being left behind all alone
You cast all the shadows and yourself in stone.
©Ailsa Cawley poetry 2015