The welcome mat outside my door
is dusty, old & worn
'cuz people have been entering in
since the day that I was born
Most people find my home
to be secure, peaceful, fun
A place you can be yourself,
hang out, enjoy the sun
The walls are splashed with color
each room's a different hue
The halls are adorned with pictures
Some old, some new
There are lots of empty guest rooms
At your beck and call
But there's one room that's off-limits
The one at the end of the hall
This room is the oldest,
been empty many years
Now all it holds is memories,
of pain, lost innocence, tears
In the back stands a closet
locked many years before
A door that will never be opened,
padlocked to keep it secure
Have you ever heard the sound
of rattling bones?
It's an eerie, creepy sound
when on and on it drones
Poem About Traumatic Memories Like Skeletons In A Closet
Skeletons
Published by Family Friend Poems June 2011 with permission of the Author.
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