Having Doors Closed

Discussion in 'Poetry' started by *electrica*, Jan 22, 2005.

  1. *electrica*

    *electrica* Member

    Have you ever left an imprint,
    Any trace of yourself?
    Is there anything to prove
    That you were ever there?

    You leave a small void
    A climactic little less
    But nothing to really prove
    That you were ever there

    They close their doors behind you
    But yours is left half open
    By each new trespasser
    To leave his mark
    They take all that you give
    Give nothing in return
    I don't think you like
    Having doors closed

    You're covered in their marks
    Carved and blistered skin
    You're a cast of footprints
    Of all who've been there

    And you do not have a void
    It's a cumbersome weight
    You cannot stand up straight
    Your head between your knees

    They close their doors behind you
    But yours is left half open
    By each new trespasser
    To leave his mark
    They take all that you give
    Give nothing in return
    I don't think you like
    Having doors closed
     
  2. *peace*child*

    *peace*child* Member

    Cool poem. I used to be able to relate but now I've found some great friends and an awesome boyfriend. Peace and love...
     

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