I
The things
we lock up in closets
Aren’t
necessarily skeletons
Sometimes,
they’re important things
For a closet
traditionally acts
As a storage
space
So why can
memories not be a part
Of the
content in a closet
The memory
of graduating school
The memory
of your first kiss
That feeling
you had
When you put
your first pair of jeans on
Imagine
locking these memories
In a strongbox,
and
Throwing the
strongbox into the ocean
II
What you’re
experiencing right now
Is a
concoction of my own making
I took a spoonful of your silence
Added a
little paprika to your anger
And boiled
you in a vat of depression
Making you
act in ways you never thought you would
III
I did act in
certain ways
And I
destroyed some memories forever
And the
adults around me made mistakes too
But, no more
No more
subjugation
No more
giving in
No more
despair or anxiety
Or whatever
the fuck else you toss my way
You have
overstayed your welcome
And you have
forgotten that
There exists
a person in this vessel
That person
is asking you to leave
And you will
leave
It is as
simple as that, my friend
You forget
that empires have fallen
And buildings
once built can be torn down
And that is what
I am going to do to you
Tear you
down, brick by brick
Until you
cannot hide in my closet anymore
The Bilge Master
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ReplyDeleteLoved it Ashesh. Simple(the best things in life are simple) in words yet hard hitting.
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