Opening the Cupboard

Don’t look Inside

Hide all the Dark Things

Mask all the Sad Things

Clean up the Covwebs

Closing the Cupboard...

I opened the cupboard

Guess what was inside

Thats right, my depression

It always sits in there

Almost like a teacup waiting to be picked

It never moves, just sits

Its black like a shadow,

But isn't a shadow

The only thing that can move it is light

And I don't have any light,

Just darkness inside

My depression festers

in the dark cupboard

Almost like the movie,

The Indian in the Cupboard...

Opening the cupboard

What do I see

Looking for rhubarb

But finding spice and tea

Behind the cinnamon and honey

Looking for the sugar

Finding hidden money

And an unopened bottle of vinegar

Tessa🦋...

i take to the stairs,

and walk to the shelves.

opening the cupboard,

i grab cups for the elves.

though i don't judge,

i do wonder why.

for they live in mugs,

and mornings they rise.

they dine in the yard

and bathe there, too.

perhaps they are a bard,

playing what they do.

they jam to the strays

and waltz with the ants.

i see them many days,

scared of joining their dance.

though it seems odd,

...

Freshmen will have cans

of soup that will live to see

them become doctors...

Opening the cupboard

To my psyche

Being too scared I only take a peak

For I already know what awaits

Darkness

Despair

All cloud the bits and pieces of happiness that reside there

Imagery of memories zooming by In a flash

Flashes so scary they tempt me to make a dash

Faced with the issues at hand I finally realize there’s no running away

No running from the truth

The truth Which makes nobody ...

Mouth full of mothballs,

And memories long repressed.

Open your third eye,

It is time to remember,

And never forget again....

You’ll never know what’s in it

Until you open the cupboard

Others may tell you

But are they telling the truth?

Until you open the cupboard

You can never know for sure...

Upon Opening the cupboard You’ll find on the shelf

A jar of eyeballs, do please help yourself

There will also be some blood in a jar

Help yourself , it’s so good it’s bizarre

Head to the bottom shelf and you will see

A small box with a lock and a key

Open the box and you will find

A heart so rare it’s one of a kind

Welcome back my love to the world of the living

Where zombies like us get to f...

It’s been three days.

My head’s in a haze.

I miss your face.

Nobody to hold.

You left me alone.

You’ll never grow old.

I wish I was you.

But it’ll never be true.

I’ll always be blue.

I need to eat.

Put shoes on my feet.

Get back to the beat.

I wish I felt heard.

One thing I’ve learned,

just open the cupboard....