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Padlock

May 6, 2022
By emak05 BRONZE, Muskego, Wisconsin
emak05 BRONZE, Muskego, Wisconsin
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There is something in the air
and I’m not sure what it is.
Something acrid,
   repugnant,
      looming foulness

Something warm, too warm,
like the damp breath of a mutt
like a bowl of rotten food
like a silence too heavy
   and too long

There is something in the air,
and when I meet your eyes,
I know you know it’s there, too.
A pulsing, writhing mass
   of something we know
   but dare not speak

A time capsule
of spoiled promises,
of a plead I made
that was never fulfilled
an omen of something dark

There is something in the air
and I know what it is.
It is a padlocked door,
a heavy hand,
a sentence unspoken
   unheard
      undesired.

I wonder why, for a moment,
you locked it in the first place.
I think I know the answer to that, too.


The author's comments:

This poem is about refusing to communicate because you know a relationship is failing; it’s about the feeling of going down that sinking ship and doing nothing to stop it because you’re too afraid.


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