I tried to breathe through the doors







between you and me
They stumbled at the doors that I couldn't see
I woke up out of breath







Saw the keyhole alight
There were your eyes.


We had promised after our falls
The wall was a witness




Not to look beyond our haunts
But I became restless
After all the wasted years
I held back this night
I had learnt to compromise.


The inside is broken
The spirit is curled
Can't afford to live
In the third world.


My treasured worldly junk
Made farewells and left
The door of hope was locked
My crypt of dreams wept
consoled my pride
went high up to my light.


My outside is taken
The inside is unfurled
Never to return
to the third world.