Ode to the Door

You,
oh door,
are a fierce
guardian.

Guarding me
from the cold
night.
Behind you,
I feel
safe.

And when the
sun
shows his
shining face,
you release
me
into the
world.

You are a
lord,
a god
of the pass.
Those who are not
worth,
you
lock
out.

But you,
yes you door,
hold
me in this
prison.
For you
have
betrayed
me.

A room
of
no
escape.
Why do you
hold
me
here?

The sun,
it smiles
at the
singing
grass.
The clouds
dance
across a
pale blue
sea.

You hide
me
from
the
world.

The world
I
wish
to see.





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