In shadow-
just stretches outside of moonlights path-
there my own closet sits.
Upon the silken throne of my GREAT BIG BED-
obscured by nightfall-
I cling to want of sleep as if it were a jungle gym-
there I am but mere baby steps from the entrance to the fiery pits of Hell.
Inside each and every one of us there is a closet-
that is all life is really-
opening and closing the door that isolates us from our own damnation.
Closed doors only equate us with closed minds-
but if you leave the door open you'll let the bugs fly in and before you know it-
a halo of flies swarms down your throat and blackens your tongue and intestines.
Damned if you do-
damned if you don't-
you're in-
you're out-
what difference does it make?
No matter what side of the door you're on-
you're doomed to walk the earth-
and the only thing that will ever separate you from being like a zombie at the mall-
is deliberation-
like knowing whether you need to wear sunglasses.
*****Scribbles writing challenge. Original post date 8/10/2011*****
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