Saturday, 31 May 2014

The Door

It's been a long time since I've written any form of poetry but some recent events inspired me. Best of a bad situation.

Here goes.

The Door 

The hinges squeak
The handle barely shows gold
Unlike the gold untouched
As the clasp meets the fold

It's not through lack of wanting 
Lack of willing, lack of trying
The force simply won't give
When your wanting is just lying

That familiar waft of air
As the heart battles the mind 
Just to hear the slam.
Hopefully. Eventually. Within time. 

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