Goes unnoticed by many as they go about their day
But is essential in every way
For while dull and but a means to a room
It holds its own worth high
For how else could one connect such valuable doors to one another
And move from each in just a few steps?
What other wall in your house contains the pictures so precious of your youth?
How could any other room fulfill it's worth?
The years you raced through it and colored on it can still be seen on this old entry,
Yet you give it little of your respect or care, as your other rooms seem I suppose more important.
The empty echo of the hall calls you but still, you walk by.
It unites you every day maybe just once admire it.
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Invisible Ink
PoetryMy random poetry that expresses my thoughts feelings and experiences. Many of these poems reflect some of the darker times in my life while others celebrate how blessed I have found myself to be. However quite a few of these are not about me. I have...
