Enter

Enter

screaming open,

my hinges rusted with grief

I am the door to amusement

for the gods of sorrow.

erin-cilberto

2/6/22

Reviews

[William Michael Reeves]

Leave

Crying closed
My handle frozen in loss
I am the gate to confusion

For the man who is lost

Something about death and grief has creeped into so much of what I'm reading since I wrote Bite it. Probably always been there just acutely aware at the moment

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Bill,
j.

[John the Baptist]

Those gods of sorrow are a pitiless lot. Sadistic, too. It takes a special type to be amused by rusted hinges.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Yes, they are. Thank you, John,
j.

[Patricia]

Aren’t we though?! The older the more tears for myself for my family and people I love and for the world. I’m still waiting for that one that will change it all, powerful little write

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review,
j.

[Vertigo Cat1111]

This is so, so extremely powerful. This poem feels tired, wanting to yell from just beaten down so much, feeling all that pain from seemingly being there just to be in pain. It expresses that tight feeling in your chest so well. It really does feel as if the universe just keeps throwing you in the pit over and over again. Thank you so much for sharing this expressive piece. It’s truly a sucker punch of real feelings and emotions.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your very kind review, Vertigo.
j.

[Patricia Wedel]

Wow… Shakespeare could not express grief and lost romance better…. gently, Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Oh, I bow to that man, but thank you, Pat.
j.

[M. J. Smith]

"The gods play with us..." - Burgess Meredith, Clash if the Titans.
Fate moves us around like figures in a doll house. And when she is bored casts us aside, leaving us in whatever scene she was acting out.
You describe the fickle nature of life very well. Likewise, the way at times the gods take pleasure from or pain.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, M.J.
j.

[Sami Khalil]

Enter at your own risk. Open sign is on. Welcome mat perhaps absent. You will find surprises that could be pleasing or maybe unpleasant. Gods are pleased for our pains. At your own risk.
A powerful write sir.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review,
j.

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome sir Jacob.