Behind the Timeworn Doors

Trapped behind,
the timeworn doors,
is a horde of mumbling souls,

balancing upon the fossil floors,
they watch us,
through obscure surfaces,
and the veiled walls,
as they laugh and mock,
in screechy voices,
on our tottering minds,
and misled choices.....

(c) S.S


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