Poem About Locked Doors

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.

Poem about locked doors.

I blew out the light i tip toed the floor and raised both hands. When we locked up the house at night we always locked the flowers outside. 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. As told to a child.

Do not now seek the answers which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. However there is a locked room up there. It has all your bad dreams in it. 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.

But the knock came again. Locked doors poem by joseph narusiewicz. But the knock came again. With an iron door that can t be opened.

But at last came a knock and i thought of the door. Some say the devil locks the door. Poem by robert frost. The people inside have no water.

My window was wide. But that key is what lies in your hands. Unable to be opened without a key. And brushed with buttons upon sleeves the flowers were out there with the thieves.

The time i dreamed the door was tried. Life s true potential is a locked door. A blue locked door. So you run like a spark of evilthe world like a snakemy eyes cry.

The people inside have no water. My window was wide. In prayer to the door. I blew out the light i tip toed the floor and raised both hands in prayer to the door.

Some say the angels lock it from the outside. With no lock to lock. With an iron door that can t be opened. I climbed on the sill and descended outside.

The key that opens to what lies behind. And cut them off from window light. It has all your bad dreams in it. Back over the sill i bade a come in to whatever the knock at the door may have been.

So at a knock i emptied my cage to hide in the world. Some say the angels lock it from the outside.