We meet again.
Hi deaths door.
We see each other again.
I know you from my past.
All the bad times.
Is what I remember you from.
I remember how you controlled me.
I remember how you made me feel.
I remember it all.
I'm scared of you.
I'm saddened by you.
But I feel I need you near.
Deaths door.
Please come close.
Not to close that I feel I need to open the door.
Open the door again.
I don't want to.
It needs to be boarded up.
It needs to be chained up.
It needs to be locked up.
Hide the key.
Some place I will never find it.
Deaths door.
I keep bring you up.
I keep asking for you to take me away.
I keep wanting a new start.
But I need to stay.
Help out.
Look after.
Survive for them.
Be there for them.
They need me.
I need them too.
Deaths door.
What a surprise.
I talk about you again.
You must think I talk to it daily.
I promise I don't.
Not because I don't want to.
Not because I've stopped.
Not because it's gone away.
I feel it will never go.
But so much is going on.
I can not think.
I don't have time to do anything.
I work.
I look after.
I'm learning so much.
I'm still trying to keep up with it.
Deaths door.
Hi deaths door.
I've been in front of you.
Too many times.
I've never walked through.
Ive open you.
To see what's inside.
It's dark.
It's lonely.
It's so loud.
The sound of the darkness.
Is loud.
Louder than all the voices.
I hear.
That is why I don't go in.
I'm too scared to leave.
Leave everything behind.
Until next time.
deaths door.....
S.R.Worth
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Seeing colour in the shade
PoetryI'm the type of person to hold back when it comes to the people around me. My mind works different I see colour in the shade, some see black and white with a little gray, sometimes. I can see it all. So this is my poems I write every now and then.
