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Closed doors are still so frightening,
No matter what is said nor done.
You can paint it up all pretty,
You can stain it till is shines.
You can beat it up,
Or break it down,
But still it will be there.
To lock things up inside,
To shut out all the rest,
To masquerade, and dance around,
To not make a sound,
As it hides
You.
And it
Is
CLOSED.
OPEN
It
And there are no boundaries to be crossed,
Only thresholds
And the rest is one simple step.
Will you cross it?
But where will it go?
Here, or there…..I could go anywhere….
But to go……
Should I……? And you open the door.
But you close the door,
And all opportunities are lost,
You are safe from chance.
All connections are destroyed,
All possibilities vanish
You remain locked up tight inside,
And the door
Stays
CLOSED.
- by Gallow SinCrux |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 09/14/2009 |
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- Title: Choices: The Wooden Gate
- Artist: Gallow SinCrux
- Description: Choices, choices everywhere. What will yours be?
- Date: 09/14/2009
- Tags: choices wooden gate
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Comments (2 Comments)
- Gallow SinCrux - 02/26/2011
- Thank you, though for that actual meter, I just tried to make it flow. I churned this out at 3am in what, 10 minutes? XD
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- IMPALER_PRINCE - 02/22/2011
- You have a very sound metaphor and an exceptional introductory stanza. You even have some sort of meter going, which is rare on Gaia. Good show. 5/5
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