Spontaneous- a collection of poems

Double meanings

"Everything in this world has a double meaning. This poem has too."

These doors close

not just rooms

but secrets of the past.

These windows open

not just walls

but show us

a fabricated universe,

a lie.

The air we breathe in

is never clean

it is poisoned by

our blindness,

staying toxic forever.

The switches we open

and close all day

may light the future

or keep us in the dark.

The curtains we use

to keep out the sun

is nothing less than protection

from an early death.

Childlike innocence

is taken away,

forcing them to grow up,

into someone they hate.

The world is evil,

the world is dark.

The world will end one day,

and none of us will last.