I hold the key to open a door that does not exist

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: July 12, 2018

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I was born with this creative mind

That ignites the sparks within souls

Yet what i truly want is locked behind

A door, a gate, with elemental poles

 

Even if i can create an entire realm

The only entry is through my mind

 

The maiden, i cannot touch

The blossoms, i cannot smell

The peace and beauty, i cannot feel

 

Even if i can craft a story that lights a torch within others or fells the rain in their hearts

 

It simply is not enough.

 

The pain i feel being unable to truly experience my creations or others is a lasting and unmendable pain

 

Cause even when i'm in the world of my mind, the cruel reality will wake me up

 

All i wanted was a beautiful story that would last

cause life pales in comparison to my dreams

 

You may say i can achieve things here

You may say it's not for naught

I've held that close, but did not cheer

Cause what i want and need cannot be caught 

 

Not in this life, lacking the beauty and love that could bring me forth

 

I'm on the frontline of a battle i do not want to fight

A place that fills me with nothing but spite

The fire within, i can never ignite

Which keeps me in unending fright

Even if with all my might

I cannot open the door that blocks my sight

 

I hold the key to open a door that does not exist...


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