A beautiful poem by Derek Walcott.
heart bolted locked up
against feeling against light
fear the doorkeeper
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the loneliest thing
dying alone on the street
of dignity shorn
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when you packed and left
did you have to take hope too
and that ray of light
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I can feel darkness
press coldly against my eyes
like fists of ice
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