Like sorrow and pain this truth of shame, <br /> Fear thinking of no one to blame. <br /> Oh runaway closet please hear me now, <br /> Like a stranger hurting me its never <br /> the same.... <br /> He who touches uncomfortably, <br /> "the private parts" <br /> Oh runaway closet they have lost <br /> their smarts! <br /> I'm not ashamed nor am I to blame, <br /> Oh runaway closet can I be the same. <br /> Unlike pain, unlike sorrow, mu runaway <br /> closet shall be open tomorrow <br /> Oh runaway closet please hear me now, <br /> I'm speaking out loud because now <br /> I know how.... <br /> "God blessed the child".<br /><br />Darwin D. Smith, Sr.<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/runaway-closet/
