Behind closed doors

Sound is burried
here,silence is
embraced.
its just me-
nothing more
and nothing less.

Thoughts of
broken promises,
memories of
a love forgotten,
tears of
a heart broken.
But still-
a scent of you,
fond memories
of you.

For years i have
prayed here
for years i have
mourned here,
only to the audience
of these four walls
and the mockery
of loneliness.

Behind these
walls i birth myself
for tomorrow.
Behind these four
walls a MAN is made: