Never. Far. Away.

Knock once if you’re listening. Twice for a break.
Throw your toys out in anger. I choose to not patronise.
The walls are the same. White, pure and looming to nothing.
Painted over and over until blind. Their ears bleed for you.
And now for me. No wonder the dolls move. Like they always did.
No wonder the tile’s clean. Like it always was. Knock again if you’re angry.
Only once will do. If you see a gloom it’s normal. I’d guess.
There are piles of your pictures. Red, blue and fierce.
Like that princess of another place. I hope you meet.
Bang again and rage. I will rage too. Until these walls are no more.
No more.

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