Behind The Door

Alone, sometimes unknown.

Where did he go? Why did he go?

I linger here wondering.

Stars light the path, helping me all the way.

I see the door, I see the light.

What is on the other side, remains unknown, untouched.

This side, the side of the door I remain upon.

I'm alone, sometimes unknown.

Left to be mistaken, unbelived, and truly broken.

      -michaela_breaux-

Reviews

[Rae Elizabeth]

Amazing poem Mickey (:

[deadlysilence]

sad poem but really great work keep it up