Hallways And Doorways
A hollow creek came from the wooden floors of the empty house I call my heart.
Creek
Creek
Creek
As I wonder the hallways,
Searching for something or someone.
I'm lost in a maze of emotions
In a labyrinth of confusion
Of anger
Of pain
And of passion and love
But these hallways are empty
Nothing but my own footsteps echo
My own breathing
My own heartbreak
I opened the first door and there it is
The pain of my parents
The pain I fell because of them
It's too much for me to bare so I shut the door.
I keep walking
Creek
Creek
Creek
Door number two
The anger towards my father
For treating my family like dirt
I shut he door
Creek
Creek
Creek
Next door
The love I have for the guys
I let it dance around me
I take it all in
But it's too confusingly painful
So I close that door too.
Creek
This door is wide open
I poke my head in
Afraid of what I might see
It's a storm existing purely out of my rage at the world
I know if I step in I'll never return
So I reach in and shut the door.
No more!
Creak creek creek creek
I'm running now
Passing all the doors
Each leading to a room
To an emotion
I've finally reaches the end of this hallway
And waiting there is another door
But his one is different
It's wood carved smooth under my hand
The metal of the doorknob, ice cold
I twist it open
I step outside
Into reality
I turn back
Looking into the house that holds all I feel
And I shut the door
I lock it
Hiding the key from the world
As I lock my heart and it's many rooms away
All of it
Locked away
And only I know where the key is
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PoetryIt is the things we fear saying out loud. It is the things we dread hearing. It is how we bear our souls, How we let the world know. It is Poetry.
