Thursday, April 3, 2014

It Shall Be Opened


Hopelessness.
Isolation.
Loneliness.
In desperation I come
without hope,
devoid of optimism,
seeking entry
to the very last door
on the block,
on the street,
before the cliff.
If only earlier I had known
the guarantee, the promise.
I need not have tried
all those doors before...
I'd have skipped to the one
that will be opened.
door

No comments:

Post a Comment