My Red Door

I don't really know why I wrote this....I feel all messed up with everything that is happening in my life.

 

There it is again
my eyes squint in attempt to make out
what I already know is there

The bright, red door stands firm
the wind giving it a hard time
it sticks out like a sore thumb
a red, more noticable than a convertable

The habitate surrounding this place is incredible
vast and univiting, cold with dim lighting
did someone forget to turn the sun on?

I see millions of rocks, none even remotly alike
all of different sizes, shapes, and colors
I brush my feet against the rocks
as if testing water was ever an option here

The distant hills and mountians are colorless
making my door only more unavoidable
I am alone

There it is again
the welcoming sounds of unrecongizable poeples
the door hing moving at will
opening up a far greater scene

A shimmering speck dangeling from a non-existant string
amidst a darkness of nearly similar presence
the light draws me closer

Engulfing me is it's only mission
and I help it along the way
it feeds off my submission
this is where I begin

Author's Note

How did this make you feel? Did this poem even make sense?

Reviews

[Tina Kline]

This poem made me think you felt like your life was in chaos and trying to see
what was going on around you was very difficult, only getting glimpse as
the door opens a little bit at a time, letting you see while some
sort of storm was going on around you. Kind of makes me think
you must have been feeling very tired when this was going on.

Like this and I'm voting for you.

[smiggle wiggle]

i understand it :)
it made me feel like when i first moved to a new city and started attending a new school with new people
i like it though
keep writing!