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Door to Solace

Door,
open! Bring him to me.

Why are you standing there,
looking like a door? Open!

Look through your key-hole eyes
and tell me how far away he is.
Tell me if he'll ever return.

Creak,
so I may know there's hope.
That you have not sealed me in his absence
forever.

Why are you like his lips?
Open, door. Open
into a heaven of solace.

And if he does not enter,
then cover me in this cold lonely night.
Door,

be my coffin

 

and reduce me to a skeleton

of memories. 

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  • yourbentangel
    October 12, 2007

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    Poweful

    a skeleton of memories is a wonderful line and I love the emotion that it provokes in me. I really liked this,it flowed well and found it very powerful


  • rollingzen
    October 12, 2007
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    well done...


  • Moonlight Complex
    October 12, 2007
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    Oh, wow, this was simply amazing. Such a different form, very free and yet it flows so very well. You did such an amazing job on this poem and it just gives off a strong feeling with it. The words are great and the entire thing just fits together so well.
    Bravo!