Poem -
Doorway Cracks
Breaks part 1
Like a wasteland, my existence
Has become barren, and dry
The only show of life
Is when I cry
Fighting my emotions
Fighting
I will not open
Colors stream
From CRACKS
Cracks in my heart
They are more beautiful than anything
Yet I won't open
My heart is a doorway
A one that is
Shut
Cause NO ONE
Holds it
Close
They tell me
Open up
I won't HURT you
Everytime
I fight
Cracks like
Vile Spiders
Crawling over my heart
Opening
Till
It hears the scream of the knife
And it tries to close
But
Is always
To
Slow
And is once again
Sliced and shredded
The colors dim
And the stone
Covers my heart
The doorway slams shut
Leaving me cold, hard and
LONELY
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Comments
Such sad and strong words, Timothy. This poem is heartfelt and raw. I hope writing poetry helps you through this darkness, if you are writing from experience that is ?? x
Thank-you, it is from experience, this collection is called memories. I appreciate your comments
Bless you...and, you're welcome x
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