Just a Door in the Wall

the abrupt ending of something that could have been something more.

There is a door to a brick wall

That is hidden beneath it’s shabby wooden frame.

When you first swing it open

You are greeted by the sickly sent of dying rosebuds

Which have not been watered for ages.

They waste away in the dead summer heat of the sun

And might as well continue to shrivel up there for the rest of time

Because the gardener has long moved on to other things.

But then you will realize there are no rosebuds.

No garden, no sunshine, no rain or lack of,

And the smell fades away like a dream

To leave you wondering what all the fuss was about

Because there is nothing.

Nothing but a reminder of what could have been,

When it used to be

But it isn’t anymore,

It’s just a door overlooking a plain, gray wall;

A road that’s blocked off.

 

Reviews

[Alone In A Crowd]

I like this poem it has lovely descriptions and imagery for the reader to play with. Then the abrupt ending of the poem works very well because it makes you review the lines you've just read- and leads to the meaning of the poem. Well done, keep it up.

[Blackcatattack]

Thank you I appreciate it.