Hesitations Outside The Door Poem by Siddharth Mehta

Hesitations Outside The Door



I'm telling the wrong lies,
they are not even useful.

The right lies would at least
be keys, they would open the door.

The door is closed; the chairs,
the tables, the steel bowl, myself

shaping bread in the kitchen, wait
outside it.

Tuesday, December 6, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: motivation
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