A door has been closed…
A huge emptiness in my soul
a deep pain in my heart,
a door has been closed
and I have no keys to open it.
A door suddenly closed...
perhaps the wind with a strong blow
or is your firm hand that blocks it?
A door with a gold padlock and a silver key.
An abysmal silence behind the door
I would like to knock it with hard beats
a heavy chain blocks my hands and
you can’t hear my aphonic shouts.
Distressed I walk on empty streets
running away through the darkness night
no stars in the sky to guide my way
feeling lost I fall in an endless hole.
Dawn’s early lights brighten the east
dreams fade up, I get my essence
no closed doors or sorrowful silences
no gold padlocks and no silver keys.
Comments
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I read this poem months ago and now, after new reading I appreciate more its deepness and its enchantment that ravish the heart. Lovely poem. Marvin
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Hi Bob, thank you for your beautiful comment.
This poem was written to a Spanish friend who was in a very bad moment and closed doors. Not a word for a long time.
At the end of the poetry I hope it has been only a bad dream...but still the sadness is present. Doors are still closed.
The doors were opened but closed again. My friend is still silently.
I think people are friends in good times but even in bad times, but some people prefer to close doors so their friends can't see their sadness and distress.
May be some day that doors will be opened again.
I hope so.
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Distress and emotion may cause the darkest dreams, but the daylight reveals reality. Reads as a very emotional write with pain and sadness shown clearly.
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