There's a door,
Blocking me from you.
It's locked, 24/7.
Of reinforced steel,
With an iron key
Hidden somewhere amongst all these things.
There's only one place I haven't looked,
That little drawer by the bed.
But don't you dare open it,
Or I might regret ever letting you in at all.
There's that red of anger,
That yellow of hope,
That green of envy,
And that blue of loss.
Then hidden deep behind that black
Of depression,
And those purple awful thoughts,
That key might be hiding,
But I wouldn't feel alright.
If you don't like it then fine, leave me be.
That door could even come down with brute force,
If I was strong.
We take turns together,
Pulling at the handle,
And when I finally feel it budge,
when it finally pushes in,
There's a bigger one standing in my way.
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Minor Inconveniences {Poetry}
Poetry"It was nothing important, A single stupid thought." -- -- -- -- -- A collection of poetry I doubt will ever be published, so I hope you enjoy it. Three years in the making, it's a trip through anxiety, love, heartbreak, depression, the works. Imag...
