Shut slamming, against ambition smashing
you hear the mock, mock mocking hilarity
towards detriment.
No door, avenue, pathway, road,
ahead for you they glee.
We enter, exit, cross thresholds
lean on handles, frame a rattle, create, shove our way.
In our own history, own unit, a one, constant a
requisite to be; to each pore and core
an ever gaping door, now cell locked, retreat a haven, solace
secured against the force beyond.
In one we crawl, stutter, stumble revealing a truth
at time we may flee, lockering our past against a heart
unwilling. A reluctant argument, to dispute and cling until
the day our terminal door clangs.
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Comments
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WoW this is packed with emotions.
Kinda chilling in away.'Powerful ending.
Great write.
loveandblessings2u & yours always
Joyce
good luck in the contest.
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