Poem About Locked Doors

But the knock came again.

Poem about locked doors.

However there is a locked room up there. Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves like locked rooms and like books that are now written in a very foreign tongue. With no lock to lock. So you run like a spark of evilthe world like a snakemy eyes cry.

Life s true potential is a locked door. Some say the devil locks the door. Some say the angels lock it from the outside. I blew out the light i tip toed the floor and raised both hands in prayer to the door.

The people inside have no water. And cut them off from window light. The people inside have no water. As told to a child.

It has all your bad dreams in it. However there is a locked room up there. Poem by robert frost. In prayer to the door.

So at a knock i emptied my cage to hide in the world. But that key is what lies in your hands. And i though of the door with no lock to lock. I blew out the light i tip toed the floor and raised both hands.

A blue locked door. But the knock came again. Unable to be opened without a key. But at last came a knock and i thought of the door.

And brushed with buttons upon sleeves the flowers were out there with the thieves. It has all your bad dreams in it. With an iron door that can t be opened. You become a house where the wind blows straight through because no one bothers the crack in the window or lock on the door and you re the house where people come and go as they please because you re simply too unimpressed to care.

Some say the angels lock it from the outside. The key that opens to what lies behind. The time i dreamed the door was tried. When we locked up the house at night we always locked the flowers outside.

Back over the sill i bade a come in to whatever the knock at the door may have been. With an iron door that can t be opened. Some say the devil locks the door. My window was wide.

My window was wide. Locked rusted doors fill the soul with dread fading in the distance of an endless hall onward ever onward into eternal dark resisting their pull not heeding their call knowing behind one flickers life s spark from so many doors it s impossible to choose when endlessly new ones materialize anew open the wrong one and there is much to loose.