The Open Door

silence a mocking foe

shrouded               in hope

I was waiting where did you go        

you cannot say and I         I just do not know

from way over there

you do not echo anywhere

I am so

lost

the deadliest place is no place new at all

this makes me sad               nothing I haven’t been before

this makes me wonder                        nothing I haven’t feared before

this makes me afraid to sleep with the door

closed

to remember is to fall

memory the betrayal of

what decorates the hall

a collection of explosions

kept

in an open jar

because I could not             hold on

now in your world

I am gone

I am gone...

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