Closeted I stare at this red door. <br />Ajar, but as open to me as a vault. <br />My nightmare is my salvation. <br />Silence now awakening, keeping me distraught. <br /> <br />Reaching out, I wonder, am I within a dream? <br />Surreal, languid, and impatient is my eternity. <br />Crying effortlessly, I grasp what is not real. <br />Abrupt realization that I can no longer see. <br /> <br />Starving, I face a feast of emotion <br />turning green with mold and decay. <br />Wondering if yesterday is my tomorrow, <br />or if my tomorrow is tortured delay. <br /> <br />Fuming with my desires so depleted. <br />My song bursts into dirges for peace. <br />A warrior facing the last battle. <br />The rose in winter can never be me. <br /> <br />Alone with my red door with keys in each hand. <br />Twisting, turning, yet no key fits inside. <br />Silent indignation of my caged facade. <br />Pain beyond redemption walks at my side. <br /> <br />Copyright 2006 A.J. McKinley<br /><br />A.J. McKinley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-red-door/
