The door shut firmly on my face, <br />I pressed my head against the door, <br />I’d hear moans and groans, <br />All I could do was laugh, <br />A boy of 6 I was, for I only could imagine. <br />Games were played I was told. <br />Games that left my sister in tears, <br />Games that emptied my brother of his teenage lust. <br />I had wished upon a star many times for those games to stop, <br />I pounded on the door with my little fist, to the rhythm on the other side. <br />My pleas were met with idle threats, <br />Did he not know these days were to become my nightmares? <br />Flashing his blood red pocket knife across my face, <br />Losing my childhood, to his lust. <br />Leaving me to fear love and longing, <br />To believe that I cannot love without hurt. <br />Leaving me now with a door that I cannot close.<br /><br />Joseph Tanner<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/closed-doors-2/
