Door

The 2 A.M Writer

They always said you could never close that door

I begged and boasted that I could

But after half a life of leaking eyes

I may accept I can never shut this wood

Give me the pill that supposed to salvage me

And with this pill comes reason right?

But no form of drug can ever grow a flower so dire

Nothing can craft the one needed light

My birth has only served as mediocre at best

Shadowed by countless points of falling

When I found out it was me who had to be my savior

Only then did I realize it was pointless to keep calling

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  • Author: The 2 A.M Writer (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 20th, 2017 14:07
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Comments3

  • Poetic Dan

    My head is spinning with all this meaning. Great work!

  • phantom bride

    This is not only a powerful piece, but each line flows so naturally right into the next. Bravo and thank you for sharing

  • Christina8

    Such a deep poem. Very descriptive and such a tough subject. Love the last 2 lines. Great poem!



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