THE SHUT DOOR

 

it’s closed, closed tightly 

I did everything rightly 

but it’s them, people 

they will frisk your water till they see a ripple 

it’s my heart, tired and sour 

I’m sorry, I know what I saw 

life has dealt too much cards on my table 

look at me, I am zonked and unable 

It’s my eyes, saggy and heavy 

are these part of life’s levy?

the idiot has cried blood inclusive 

he now sees everything as abusive 

It’s my mind under duress 

clouded and intentionally oppressed 

she has seen more wars than a Nazi 

left with no energy for practice 

it’s my vein, convalescence and congeal 

true intentions concealed 

my whole life is in disarray 

life has led me astray 

@talk2leigh

(X & insta)

7:30am

13 Sept 2026