The Doorknob

The little girl feels like a flower, surrounded by a jungle of weeds

Being choked off

And starved for sweet sunshine

 

A little boy is in a cave

In dirty rags

And scabbed knees

Afraid to  confront the sunshine

 

And the mother is cooing to her little blanket

Empty of her greatest want and greatest need

As  a being

 

In the deep and dark forest

A dog barks at its master to wake up

Before the snow falls

But the master hasn’t taken a breath for three days

 

And a man can’t look at his hands

Or his face

He wants to hear nothing and see darkness

He wants his mind to die

 

All clawing at the door

The door that will lead them away from this wretched agony

And someone on the other side

Waiting for them to turn the knob