open the door to the outside of my sanctuary
the outside cold and unwelcoming like a mortuary
eyes pierce my soul in judgment
panic and fear grip me lengthening each moment
one step out of my door is all I can manage
the horror more than I acknowledge
I retreat into a barricade made of books and sound
anything to rid me of that panic chasing me like a hound
Curtains are closed, doors are locked
the thoughts of panic and judgment are blocked
through worlds created out of the tip of a pen
stories of heroes and wars way back then
anything that takes away from the present
but stories begin to make less of a dent
panic finds me again and there is no escape
I must surrender and submit to my fate
the door is opened and the light shining down
the rays reflecting as they would a majestic kings crown
the world becomes a story and I the hero
and the villain also with zero
chances of winning but heroes never give in
so i step out determined to win
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Non Nobis Tantum Nati
PoetryFor a few years now I have been writing poetry, at first it was just something I did to pass the time and vent emotions that I didn't really have any other way of letting out but over time it has developed into something that I just find myself doin...
