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A Closed Door. A Blank Floor

Updated on July 21, 2017
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Artist. Poet. Writer. With each word I wish you see.... The world within & the one around me

A closed door

A blank floor

A canvas across the wall

A man who sits small

Seated by the brook

Man becomes the crook

Man is simply one

With all, that stands to be won

A bar stool, a beer

A tear, for each passing year

To fathom, is to fear

To fear is to feel

To feel is to form

“Nothing” the only norm

“Nothing” nourishes the storm

Rain and pain in tow

Boredom makes me mull

Quaaludes makes me dull

A beer serves me right

To withstand the eternal fight

Where to go? What to say?

We all wither, to die another day

Empty stands, waiting hands

Pray or prowl

Run, scream, laugh or howl

Let it be, words just a wait.

Become the bard. Become the bait

This empty fate, yet full our stroke

Sober or drunk, beauty or bloke

Beauty or bloke

Beast or yeast

Rhymes are crimes, feelings a feast

Years spent yearning, for the egg and the yolk

Chimes await, as the wind wrestles to choke

A closed door

A blank floor

A canvas across the wall

A man who sits small

A man once tall

A man now still

Waiting in the "name", of some bequeathed will

Slowly rises to pay each bill

Slowly rises to pay his dues

Walks towards his grave, hearing the " Good Old Blues"

© 2017 Nikhil Chopra

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      Nikhil Chopra 6 weeks ago from New Delhi, India

      Thanks Autumn Echoes, this made my week, Trains is a song by Porcupine Tree I need to listen to each waking yawn at the sight of dawn, glad you enjoyed reading what i enjoyed writing :)

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      Autumn Echoes 6 weeks ago

      When I started reading your poem, the tone and choice of words reminded me of one of my favourite bands, Porcupine Tree. My mind started reading the middle section as an Eminem rap. Very powerful, your hold over words and your painting...

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      Nikhil Chopra 2 months ago from New Delhi, India

      Thank you very much Maven101 for taking out the time to read random reflections, my attempt to talk with the subconscious :)

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      maven101 2 months ago from Northern Arizona

      A disparate internal conversation...well done...