behind closed doors.

behind closed doors.

A Poem by nigrum homonculus

i don't know if i clinch the title properly, but this 1 is based on my first job, as an office worker and a direct salesman. worst month of my life.



I slave in a fluorescent hell,

Trapped in stone grey squares

Patrolled by a big brother wannabe

Surrounded by the mindless.


yet I remain faceless,

a silhouette.

Becoming weightless,

As if my shoulders have become broad.


The pages in this book have never been written.

The reader would never comprehend,

Or apprehend the situation as I

The author, will never allow it.


This is what is behind closed doors.

It may seem I have begun to bloom,

But indeed my leaves have already fallen.

© 2012 nigrum homonculus

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The feeling of being lost is displayed along with the element of defeat...enjoyed reading it

Posted 12 Years Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

You painted a perfect picture with your words, I can imagine every detail. I love this. Nicely done.

Posted 12 Years Ago

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2 Reviews
Added on June 4, 2012
Last Updated on June 4, 2012
Tags: behind, closed, doors, datvirgo


nigrum homonculus
nigrum homonculus

london, surrey, United Kingdom

i have been away from this place for.....lord knows, something like 3-4 years? so i guess all the things i have experienced in that time have to come out somehow you know? so here we are. you're readi.. more..