Tuesday, December 3, 2013

If You Want to Know Me. Read This Poem.

My Closet

Like the phantom of the opera,

I was a misunderstood monster.

Not scarred in the face by fire

but with a body of excess fat.


The demons kept hurting my soul.

They tortured me with insults.

Boys threw stuff at me.

Girls called me a freak.


I fought back with hatred and fists.

Boys lost teeth and girls lost hair.

My life was becoming a sad fable.

Dante would run in fear of my inferno.


So, I ran into my closet and dreamed

in such a small hot space.

I lived in a new world with sunlight and cool breezes.

But the breeze was just hanging clothes running across my face.



That was my greatest ally to focus on my dreams.

There was nobody else that could distract me

when I was in that closet.


The price for paradise was cheap --

my heart and my sanity.

I had no use for those things anyway.

I wasn’t happy when I had them.


Time went by fast when I was in the closet

and slow when I was out.

For 6 long hours I’d be in hell.

I would cut off my right arm

to hear that final ring.


For years I was in my closet,

praying to God for mercy.

Finally my parents found me

and dragged me out of my closet.


My parents were scared

to see their baby boy look so cold.

They couldn’t understand this boy who is so sweet

look so morose and so angry.

I would try to get back in my closet,

 But they would keep me out,

kicking and swinging.


Later, I was sent to see someone.

I felt like a wounded animal backed into a corner --

scared, confused, and ready to fight to the death.

The doctor looked at me with such pity.


I would say, “Go to hell.

How could you blame me for what I’ve done?

If you’d lived my life you would understand.

For some people, dreams are better than reality.”


I met others who had my problem,

who had scars of their own

and were outcasts of society for different reasons.

Some cut their arms, some were loved too much by their parents.

There was even one a boy who wanted to be 6 feet under.


Even though they opened their arms to me,

I pushed them away.

My anger made me numb from the heart down.

I was the boy with a permanent frown.


But something happened one night.

Somebody got their wish.

That boy was going 6 feet under

because he purposely drowned in his toilet.


When I saw him covered in sheets,

I realized where my anger was going to take me.

So, I decided that it was time for me to go home.

I told the doctor everything he wanted to know.

I met the requirements and became healthy again.


After months of treatment,

I was allowed to live again.

I moved away from my demons and my torture.

I now have a new home and a new closet.


But I don’t use it.

I put all my clothes in drawers

and boxes in the garage.

Now, I feel the warmth of a real sun

and the smooth breeze on my face.


I still have my anger,

but I keep it under control.

I have friends now and a girlfriend.

Will it last? I really don’t know.


But when I wake up in the morning

and I look at my life today,

I can actually see that my prayer was answered.

I am free from my torment and my closet.

I have been granted my mercy.

Sample from my EBook Madness In A Recession. If you love poetry then please give my work a chance. Thank you and until the next is written.

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