A Story Behind Closed Doors

He waits and waits for another bleak tomorrow
as the rain pours down and drowns him in sorrow
he thinks of things he should have said
he tries to forget but it replays in his head

he living in the past with wallowing dull skies
to be stuck on the ground while everyone else flies
you see every other day he has a new strife
welcome to his world, welcome to his life

his only outlets are his little written poems
written about times in his life, unsure if he can show them
but he comes to his senses as he puts the last line to a close
ending his thought that nobody else knows

and he finishes his poems with a light sense of glee
as he folds it up and hides it under lock and key
and when the day is done, in his room with blank walls and floors
nobody knows about his story behind closed doors...........

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