Those Closet Doors

[Stelle Cadenti]

Keep throwing those skeletons in the closet.
Hide them there,
--------for safe-keeping.
Where's the magic for the one who knows the trick?
Forget the old bones
--------in the wardrobe.

They'll cost you dearly, those
--------mangled things
Leaving all that dust and regret.
Every penny
--------for a thought
on how to get out, forget.

Keep track of the time, since you put them there.
Don't keep them too long
--------from sunlight.
Once decay sets in, ruins the bones,
not just the trick to the magic is gone.

The easy days, so simple
--------sweet.
Trade everything for a moment.
The money's all gone, disappeared.
--------What an act,
with no trickery involved.

White dust settles, leaves no trace
of where the secrets once hid in wait.
No lies to carry on, no feet
--------to carry them with.
The manic grins and teeth saw no light.

Fell to dust, like the trick
of mirrors and obscenity.
Saw it all,
--------far too much.
Those closet doors creaked with age
--------and revolutions and regrets.

See the trick, see it hide,
like those skulls with grinning smiles.  

[Kindless]

Very well done, I do enjoy this peice of work. It has the ability to make the reader think of many things of what the work could mean, I sat and read through this with my Friancée, and we both spoke out our views on the poem, depending on the persons history, upbringing and current mental state could make the peice of work mean many things, it's the opposite of bland, it's quite coloful in the possabilities it can lead the readers imagination on, a very wonderful talent you have.  

[evolvingwolf]

As always, I adore your writing style. Like Kindless stated, depending on a reader's background, I could see this poem being interpreted differently. I love the last line "... skulls with grinning smiles." It's just so creepy, thrilling, and full of imagery. LOVE IT! 10/10!