DOOR

Tissue thin skin 

Swollen eyes

Dark edged shines bright 

The shadowed corners 

Of only what implies life 

Soaked in guilt

Rinsed of shame

Excused no more

Enraged hate hinted distain

Want and wanting now 

A line through the door

Don't show all 

They only require more 

Thin tissue skin 

Fragranced with fear  

A nightly repetition 

Seen crystal clear...

  Dedicated to all the poor and unfortunates