Closed

No, it is not literally about a door, use your imagination people!!

I don't want to open the door
I try not to go in, there is a mess
Fear, memories tempt & I might try to open it
And the mess will pour out

The room beyond it, is cluttered high
The door, pressured by its weight
The thought chills me at times
I try not to think...

Oh, at night, I lay, attempt sleep
The door pry's at my mind
Hinges ready, prepared to burst and
overcome all the previous thoughts, with mess

Mess, that was shoved away
Many years ago, throughout
Useless, pointless memoirs
Reflecting my life before clean

My eyes finally settle, rest
My mind dances within the world of dreams
But, oh, the door appears, my mind rapt
Beyond it I hear surreptitious memories, crawl

Crawl through under the door
Screaming my name! "Open Me"
Oh, the horrid sound, silence
Drawing me to the door

I can't, but I must
All of life cannot be shut out
Ah, the temptation, the knob
Glistening, ready to be touched after years

I try to recall the contents
Tests, sickness, cries
Oh, it pains me to think
Failure, success, the lost, anger


And somewhere....I see You

Reviews

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... a fantastic write ... an incredible journey with some very fascinating ... some moving ... and some disturbing twists and turns ... the last line is out of this world brilliant ... memories can be so alive ...