Closing the doors of my heart

I am not sure if I am in a state of disbelief or denial or have become too numb to feel anything. It’s like one more door has to be closed and locked forever. Door leading to more doors. I can hear the memories howling behind … the pounding fists of love…and muffled voices (is it Happiness?) … I hear sounds of mourning… from far behind the holy chants come floating .. the cymbals clap … faint traces of incense fill in my nostrils…all seep through…from those blocked doors…door leading to more doors…

I stand alone. I see known faces of my few left loved ones…and strangers all standing apart…distanced like the stars… we face the door…and the hidden doors behind… waiting for our turn.

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