Two doors converge at an odd angle,
Someplace deep inside my mind.
One of them velvet red with vines that tangle,
The other of common wood,
Both inside have the future enshrined.
The door on the left is more difficult to enter,
For the mass of roses that weigh it down.
The door on the right is the path of the dissenter,
Going against the laws of my desire,
And in my sorrows, it's feasible that I may drown.
A decision to be made, a path to choose,
I can't tell if this is a game of win - or - loose.
Hands pulling at my hair, I can't help but stare,
The stress builds up to something more than I can bear.
Please tell me what you think
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Oh. This is an interesting poem that you have written in here. I wouldn't say that it's particularly happy but I do think that it sounds like you are hopeful for your future and what it holds for you. And I think that's a good thing. I think it shows that you are looking forward and that should help you get through whatever is behind those doors. You did a good job of expressing yourself here.
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This is indeed an intriguing piece inspiring us to get a message to understand the story of life and its role in our thinking as well..just beautiful piece to ponder always..well done...
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Your choice of words are poignant and very descriptive. I like the image of the two doors, sort of a take on the road less travelled. Nicely done!
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