✂️ A Closed Door! ! ! Poem by WIN VENTURA

You smiled wide when I looked small,
Kept me chained behind your friendship wall.
You called it care, but moved like fear—
Pulling me out when others came near.

You hated my light, feared my tone,
Wanted my circle carved down to bone.
You left the room, then stirred the mess,
Pretended clean while I confessed.

To her, you played the loyal face,
While hiding knives in velvet lace.
But I watched quiet. I let it slide.
Now I no longer let it hide.

So hear me once and hear it well:
I no longer consider you a friend.
I cut the rope you tried to bend.
I walk in truth, not your pretend.

I've ended this.
You don't exist.
Not in my peace, not on my list.
N This isn't hate—
Just a closed door! ! !
Forever, where you will stay...

✍🏽By: - WIN VENTURA