This Door That Stands

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This Door That Stands

This door that stands in front of me:

A symbol of complacency;

Or passage to tranquility,

Should I make such choice.

 

Barricading worlds unknown,

Where once a sun had brightly shone,

Temporary terms I own,

From diluted voice.

 

Shoulders braced against the firm,

This foe, whose task is not discerned,

Dividing dreams from what I’ve learned;

And trusted, not to chide.

 

Fatigued, sheltered become my lot,

Fearing that, in time, I’ll rot.

Sequestered lone, lest I forgot,

It opens from the inside.

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tenderpoison commented on This Door That Stands

07-11-2009

yep...I have a door that opens that same way....apathy is the slaughter house of the soul and that is the only way out, but after so long, have we the courage to open it?

Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

Fegger’s Poems (16)

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Bartholomew 3
Invisible 1
Birth of Night 2
Just A Shell 1
Village Well 1
Toadstool King 1
On The Lonely 1
Paper Garden 1
Forgiveness 2
Ancient Tree 2
Figurine 1
Every Night 1
The Girl Who Stole The Blue 3
Granite Man 1
This Door That Stands 1
The Prostitute's Tale 6