The Door To My Life

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
more dark type of poetry. somtimes we all feel this way... like were stuck in life. like we dont want to be in this horrible place. it also speaks of some of the empty promises and statements we make.

Submitted: August 06, 2012

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I see you here

though i am blind

my sight couldnt hide

what i needed to find

the gentle peace

of the death i sought

i knocked on my door,

to find it was locked.

How could you leave me here?

here in this place?

my mother,

my father.

i look with distaste.

why would you bring me into a world of disasters?

did you really believe in "happilly ever after"?

Now i am broken,

You stole the key to my clock.

when i next see my door,

I can assure you i WONT just knock.


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