The door is being closed
shutters fastened, curtains drawn
perhaps this is the moment
that is the dark before the dawn

Once closed it will not open
sealed shut forevermore
so please do not coming knocking
I'm not playing any more

Already colours start to change
their pigments slowly fade to grey
The sun moves in behind a cloud
adding shadows to decay

The brambles and the thickets grow
their thorns a natural defence
protecting solitary sanity
casting out hope and false pretence

Once the memory of a face has gone
that held the beauty of a rose
My withdrawal will be complete
and the door will finally close