Wherever stands a hidden door,
Curiosity leads you to even more,
Doors that you've never seen before,
And now you know, but what lies in store?
You know they exist, they're everywhere,
Will you take the risk to go in there?
It will either give you a shiver and scare,
Or cause you to gape, just stand and stare.
You know they're there, and want to discover,
Whatever may fly inside and hover,
For you want to explore and ponder over,
The mysteries that you'll soon uncover,
The unique patterns on the door, they differ,
Some are tranquil shades of the river,
Some are scarlet, shades of the liver,
Most are dark, diminish the chipper.
The doors won't budge; 'fraid they're locked,
Where are the keys? Are they in your socks?
Time is leaving us—tick, tock,
If they still won't open, then we'll have to knock.
"Knock, knock, I come in peace,
I'm afraid to tell I've lost the keys,
Don't be scared, just stay at ease,
May I ask you to open the door, please?"
You know they heard, they're probably shy,
Though you can't help but wonder why,
Even if you'll ever try,
You wouldn't kill or touch a fly.
A stretched pause; it must be quite long,
You're starting to wonder if your actions were wrong,
From the other side, you can hear a song,
Words speaking bravely, utterly strong.
"The door isn't locked; it's merely sealed,
But I'll have to let you in, I feel,
But cross your heart and make a deal,
Never to share my secrets soon to be revealed."
With that, the door swung open wide,
And you strut in with relief and pride,
The secrets now will no longer hide,
And you'll keep them close by your side.
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The Silence of My World
PoetryA collection of poems conjured by an amateur writer. A compilation that reflects the writer's thoughts, muses, feelings, and some was spun fictionally. A miscellany of randomness, with a deep meaning, or just a vent poured out of a pained and tortur...
