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“Doors Close” poem by Vera Zoey Armentrout

I sit deep in thought,

About how those doors close,

About all that I was taught,

And how she’s holding a rose.

 

Finally I rose to hear the news,

Dad comes in the room,

To tell me that a door will close,

And she has met her doom.

 

The ultimate feelings of despair,

I begin to sit and think,

And start to tear out my hair,

I can no longer blink.

 

It’s not fair,

Seeing her there,

Nothing but a glare,

I can’t help but stare.

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