Doors Locked

back then, living in squalor

in that far-too-expensive

apartment, with little

if anything in the fridge

or the cupboard and the

door constantly locked

my true friends were

Kurt Cobain, Eddie Vedder

and Chris Cornell – the only

guys who seemed to

understand me or what

it all felt like to be there

today it may be different –

different days, different

circumstances

my friends haven’t changed

but the doors are still locked

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About John White

I've written off and on my entire life. It took years for me to finally take putting words together seriously. Now it's not, nor does it ever feel, like work. Writing daily has become habitual. No day is complete without words having appeared on the page.

Posted on March 14, 2016, in Poetry, Uncategorized and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 33 Comments.

  1. Growing up in the Fifties with all the amenities of life provided except love and understanding and safety, my friends were Elvis, Ricky Nelson, and the Everly Brothers.

    • Thank you, Karen! 🙂 Those are some great friends to have. The days of sorting through stacks and stacks of 45-RPMs looking for exactly the right song were priceless. And the Everly Brothers? One of my favorites. 🙂

      • I had a little blue and white portable Hi-Fi that I would take to my friends’ houses to wile away the afternoons. And we’d listen to 45s in the little record soundproof rooms at the appliance store before we bought them.

        • Those were the days! Those listening booths and shopping for hours, flipping through the hundreds of 45’s…oh the memories. 🙂

          • I recall especially the first time my best friend and I listened to Dream by the Everly Brothers. We must have listened to it a couple dozen times, swooning all the way. Unfortunately it became my real life theme song.

            • What a great song! The Everly Brothers were one of my favorites and still are. Oh to be able to go back and shop the aisles of 45’s at Woolworth’s again! 🙂

  2. Same type situation, different friends, some with keys, more doors unlocked than not. Now the lock is on the inside……..:)

  3. I can proffer Neil Young, Tom Robinson and Douglas Adams…..

  4. Wow, I can really relate to this. And like Skramblingeezer says above, “The lock is on the inside…” But perhaps on some levels it needs to be that way. The pendulum swings wildly from one side to the next until it quietly sets in rhythm somewhere in the middle. Blessings, dear one. Your poem is lovely. -KaiCarra

    • Thank you! 🙂 The introvert or the non or anti-social mind is one that keeps us locked away. There have been times that this side of me has overtaken everything and that lock on the inside of the door remained locked for a long time. It’s great to meet you!

  5. A wonderful feeling here…. I take away – hanging on to times gone by, not really wanting to interact with a lot of people “out there”… (Which is a feeling I recognize fully, right now).This is just like… a beautiful “Kodak shot” of somebody’s life. Really great work! 🙂 Take care.

    • Thank you! 🙂 Those were different and even bleak times. I was young and broke. Not a good combination. lol Thank goodness I’ve changed and life has changed. 🙂

  6. I pray you find the one who has the keys. God Bless.

  7. Mine are locked too, John. Bruce Springsteen, Bob Seger, and John Mellancamp keep me company. Poor guys. 😕

  8. “Safety first,” right? For some reason this poem reminded me of that slogan… 🙂

    Your poetry has become much more “moody” in recent weeks, John. I love it! But I am also hoping all is well with you…

    *offering you a virtual hug from a “safe” distance*

    • Thank you, Lisa! 🙂 It is about safety and, to an extent, about comfort while avoid the discomfort of dealing with the outside world. Luckily that was years ago and I’ve changed, to some extent, since then. I’ve been dipping back into a lot of poems over the last few weeks. Most of these weren’t written recently but some time back when I was doing a lot of brooding and taking time to reflect over the past and occasionally, the present.

  9. Overcome fear, open the door and discover no one would have wanted to “come in,” anyway. They wouldn’t, because you were afraid to ask them to.

  10. You express yourself very well. Do you enjoy being lonely? seems like an unusual combination.

    • Thank you! 🙂 Though I don’t necessarily seek out loneliness I do crave alone time. Being an introvert and a writer sometimes go together well and also often are two contradictory things.

  11. Doors are still closed. Loved it!

    There is comfort in music. Specially when you want to retire from the chaos of the outside.

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