Use the other door they say
This one is locked
You're not allowed here
Now this door has been shut on me too many times
Locked out of society
Locked out of community
Locked out of hearts
But soon Someone looks through the cracks
Lips tilt in anticipation
Keys begin to jingle
Teardrops fall
A lock is turned
Lock turns again
Lock turns again
again
again
again
Someone disappears
And it's locked again.
YOU ARE READING
Lost; Not Yet Found
PoetryMy words flow out like fountains, uninhibited Sometimes I wonder if the world will pollute them But still they flow, like second nature Now I wonder, are you willing to embrace their beauty?
