out from the underground

i tiptoed silently,
exited in turmoil from
your room.

i’ve known
your secrets. they
poisoned the knowledge
written by crafted hands.

i stood frozen
as i shut your door.

only one thing remained
in my head. i’ve to wait.
time won’t be selfish.

and things will get better.
you will get better.
we will get better this year.


About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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