I sit on the floor,
staring at the door,
wondering what life is really for,
I stand up put my worn shoes on,
I head for the door,
but before I open the door,
I wonder what life is for,
I open the door,
the sun is out,
how it makes me want to go out,
I shut the door behind me,
looking at the sky,
I want to soar with the roar of the clouds,
I must hide my pain,
So I go back to the door,
closing the world outside,
I hide inside,
from all the worlds wrongs,
I sit on the flooring singing a sad song,
I stare at the door,
wondering what life is for,
Should I go back to the door and try once more,
but I just sit and stare at the door,
what the hell is life for?
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Written February 8th, 2005
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This is a great poem Kristin. It's deep and introspective. Take care.
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