I am the door that shan't be opened, a house
That they left for the wind, and Time
Comes to watch these barren rooms laughing
At the echoes of my thoughts, I am the door
She closed behind her, and she won't look
Back, is that what's real? And she left
Her prints on the lock, I tremble cuz
Her caress lies on me, I can feel it
Cold against my skin, I am the house they left
To Time's mercy, with rats chasing Love down
The empty halls, and the roaches have
Knocked Life off its pedestal, see I left them
Unchecked, I am the door that shan't be
Opened, and I don't dwell on that, doors
Don't think, doors don't feel.
A contest entry
- Doors by CarCrashHumor.
1200 points, ended June 1, 2008, 32 entries
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Comments
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wow, this really struck me as I kept reading it. I loved the way it read... as one thought almost... accumulating over years and experienced in a moment.
great piece. enjoyed reading it
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