Closure

Posted on July 19, 2013 | 2 Comments

Sometimes closure slams the door
Leaving bloody stains on the door knob
With the big raven crying nevermore
Looking over your shoulder macabre

Clown blanc starts to sing; with tears forming
Standing by to ease your shoulders pain
With Mama Bates and son Norman
Who’s also watching the shower’s red rain

Wash away the pain of yesterday
Even the fantasy played its role
All my problems seem so far away
Now I’m tumbling down the rabbit hole

© 2013 Michael Yost 07/19

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2 responses to “Closure”

  1. Wordifull Melanie | July 19, 2013 at 12:10 AM | Reply

    Your opening is perfect! “Sometimes closure slams the door
    Leaving bloody stains on the door knob”

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