[Every Monday (until I run out of them), I’m posting a poem of mine that has fallen out from the submission process for some reason. In most cases, it will be one where I’ve received no response to my submission for at well over a year or more. Maybe the magazine I submitted them to has folded, the submission was lost in the post, or whatever. So, these poems can be seen as lost, orphans, of uncertain status, or something like that.]
These poems are also posted to ABCTales.
Sub Rosa
You keep the real shape of you
safe inside your secluded world,
where you no longer need compose
a public face to face the world.
You open your cupboard of secrets
only to your own private eyes.
Taking down the faded memories
from the high shelf of lost hopes
and carefully unwrapping them.
Lining them all up, side by side,
next to your precious bed of dreams
where you can easily sleep away
into a brighter life than this.
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