Poem About Locked Doors

I blew out the light i tip toed the floor and raised both hands in prayer to the door.

Poem about locked doors.

Locked doors poem by joseph narusiewicz. And cut them off from window light. I blew out the light i tip toed the floor and raised both hands. The people inside have no water.

With no lock to lock. Some say the angels lock it from the outside. The time i dreamed the door was tried. Locked rusted doors fill the soul with dread fading in the distance of an endless hall onward ever onward into eternal dark resisting their pull not heeding their call knowing behind one flickers life s spark from so many doors it s impossible to choose when endlessly new ones materialize anew open the wrong one and there is much to loose.

And brushed with buttons upon sleeves the flowers were out there with the thieves. But at last came a knock and i thought of the door. It has all your bad dreams in it. I climbed on the sill and descended outside.

Back over the sill i bade a come in to whatever the knock at the door may have been. So you run like a spark of evilthe world like a snakemy eyes cry. With an iron door that can t be opened. Life s true potential is a locked door.

Poem by robert frost. In prayer to the door. It has all your bad dreams in it. Some say the devil locks the door.

Some say the devil locks the door. The people inside have no water. The key that opens to what lies behind. But the knock came again.

My window was wide. With an iron door that can t be opened. But that key is what lies in your hands. Unable to be opened without a key.

So at a knock i emptied my cage to hide in the world. You become a house where the wind blows straight through because no one bothers the crack in the window or lock on the door and you re the house where people come and go as they please because you re simply too unimpressed to care. Do not now seek the answers which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. However there is a locked room up there.

However there is a locked room up there. But the knock came again. A blue locked door. And i though of the door with no lock to lock.

My window was wide. Some say the angels lock it from the outside.