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Locked Doors And Slow Closing Walls
(February/'47 / Connecticut, USA)

Locked Doors And Slow Closing Walls

Poem By Lawrence S. Pertillar

In the aftermath of truth.
And the leaving behind,
The debris of wasted time.
Will those minds still clinging on,
To hopes and dreams...
Of turning back the clock,
Block and find themselves trapped...
Behind their locked doors and slow closing walls,
With hearts pounding and feeling chased...
Each step they take in a space,
Where a pacing being done becomes limited?

Will those minds still clinging on,
To hopes and dreams...
Of turning back the clock,
Ever discover...
What time for them it is?

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The truth will be realised upon seeing it up close and personal. As a neighbour shaking your hand. How do you do? Welcome to the neighbourhood. How long do you plan on staying? But not necessarily in such a pleasant way.


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