Comfortably Dull

I love poetry. Sometimes I have some rhymes in my head. I will share this with you.

Comfortably Dull

It’s good when people leave
And shut the door---politely.

Emerging from black sleeve,
Refined white fingers
Clutched door-handle lightly
And tightly shut the door.

The micro-slam caused fracture of the skull.

Then everything became so
Comfortably dull.