Open doorA Poem by DreamerI can’t stop The door's wide open but I'm still on the floor I can’t stop staring… staring at the four Posts that form the portal he’s been plotting to use. It’s been forbidden territory but he’s playing dirty Immobility in the physical, tangled in the constant outflow
of uncertainty But bodies fiercely meshed, heels accenting beats in the unseen
realms. In mental dominions our mirror movements guard the door in
the anticipation… But until he tunes in I am helpless on the ground, our hold
is nothing stronger than whispers in crowds And he shall pass through our presence like fog images,
fading at his dawning. For now, in the room remains his shadow and a contented starvation on outlines Quickly hands outstretch, wanting just a tilt of the face in the evening sun Before the dusk realizes it must come... But I am weary of such a lonely war against these empty frames
and I’d leave before he could but The struggle is in those unseen realms where the windows are
many and the pastel colours of the past flow through but the mirrors are
clouded and even those are few. © 2015 DreamerReviews
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Added on March 30, 2014Last Updated on March 14, 2015 AuthorDreamerPrivate, Trinidad and TobagoAboutguys pleaseeeeeeee send me a message introducing yourselves and pleaseeeee send me a message if you want me to read something. Im really trying to keep up with those Read Request okay. thankss :) more..Writing
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