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The Metal Door

As old as time

Standing stuck with rusted hinges

The only barrier

between community and isolation

But I am on the outside

And I don't have a key

I can't break the heavy pad locks

So I'll settle for picking off the peeling paint

and squinting through blackened windows

I am a stranger to people

I am all too familiar to loneliness

Beating my fists against cold

metal caked with faded blue paint

Aching to get out of the darkness

But I still can't seem to turn the

silver handle

On the other side people congregate

and laugh and smile

They get along despite their differences,

a whole system

United

A crowded room with no space

left for me

Because I can empty handed

With nothing to give

As I lean against the giant hunk

of metal

it creaks sighs or regret

and I give up.




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