forgotten tennis shoes cover

i hide in the shadows
then, now, forever
creeping around looking
for salvation,
a single moment, a chance encounter
something more
than a solitary hollow point
sitting a shelf

there’s no light
in here
no air
in here
dust swirls with 
every misstep
in a closet filled
with old bones
and forgotten
tennis shoes
i am alone
in here
no one to translate
in here

when the closet door
cracks open
all i hear are voices
of derision
laughter
hatred

here in my shadows
my closet
i find safety, security
but i long to breathe
in way i have always
dreamt

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