Closet

Oh how they miss the good ole days!

The ways things used to be.

Life treated us so much better

and everyone was happy,

or so they claim.

Closets too used to be made 

of stronger material.

Oh the craftsmanship on those 

were quite exquisite!

Bring back 

that solid piece of furniture 

that held everything in,

including your next door neighbour 

and also possibly his wife.

Solid panels,

thick slab of wood,

hinges that hardly open,

double lock,

doors that are harder to move

than blocks of cement.

Hide your secrets in there,

hide your life,

hide yourself,

hide your future.

Forget to love.

Forget to breathe.

Forget to exist.

Forget to just be

because once you're in 

you can't come out.

“Bring back those good ole times!”

and this is what they mean.

The fervour of their mating call

reaches all the dark corners 

where those ‘good ole day’ people 

had their wintersleep.