Locked Out

You put up your walls
and you lock every door.
You hide from the world;
you can't take any more.

Your head keeps spinning
and your stomach turns over.
Your luck just runs bad,
need a four leafed clover.

Your wells have gone dry
and your pillars collapsed.
Your words are so slurred
that I think you've relapsed.

You put up your walls,
'cause you're hiding from me.
You've locked every door,
but I've got the key.

Author's Note

For my friend. She knows who she is.

Reviews

[Koibito "Nickie" Kitsuy..]

Excellent piece of work. I can also relate to this poem and it also reminds me of a friend that I know who also is kind of like the friend you have. Well done.

[Will]

Thank you, Nickie. I think we all know someone who just locks down when they're upset.

[Koibito "Nickie" Kitsuya]

I can't say much on that because I do the same thing, unless the right people are around.

[Will]

Agreed. I have done it once or twice myself

[richom]

Excellent rhyme, cadence, and theme. The imagery and construction of the third stanza is extraordinary. "Your wells have gone dry and your pillars collapsed." summarizes the subject's plight brilliantly. I hope your friend takes this to heart. Richard

[Careline]

She did. :)

[Will]

Thank you, Richard. And I couldn't be happier, Careline

[Rita L. Sev]

I feel like I should have read this one before "Walls" - definitely the same theme of loyal friendship, again well executed in this piece.

[Will]

I think you could read them either way, but I did write "Walls" first. Thank you, Rita.

[Baby Ricochet]

God metaphors. Hopefully everything will work out

[Will]

It will. Time heals all wounds.