Wednesday, 30 January 2013
Wednesday, 23 January 2013
Doors
The
Doors
Dragging
at my feet are doors galore
Some
never opened
Some
relocked and
Key
tossed down the throat
With a
vodka shot
Rusted
locks tempt me with promises
Of
treasures lost
Destinies
misplaced
Turns I
missed
Choices
never mine to make
Doors
rankle with every step
Grow
heavier by minute
Bogging
me down with
What
isn’t but should have been
Or
could have been
Freedom
is what I seek
From gnawing
pustules
Of
yesterdays and tomorrows
To rise
and soar
Unshackled,
Unbridled, Unaffected
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