A roar and a door

The closer I got to the door,

I realized

It wasn’t an innocent whisper.

It was a roar!

It was a cry for help.

It was..

And slowly faded into a deep silence.

I shed one tear and left the doorstep.

It was not meant to be.

The culprit was named I

They were in mourning.

I couldn’t help it, so I ran.

***

M.G.

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