The Closed Doors Conundrum <br /> <br />Given a chance I could be somebody, <br />I’m hoping as I’m pacing the floor, that I can be somebody more, <br /> <br />Now is my time and I don’t know where I stand, <br />If the world is my oyster then I must be an oceanic man <br />For I can not for the vastness of the see find the oyster that is for me <br /> <br /> Too many hoops and too many jumps, each time I hit the floor <br />I loose my sense when life tightens my tie, struggling to breath <br />Fighting for life, just someone open a door, help me be that somebody more, <br /> <br />But given the chance to hear my plea the key holders of the doors choose to ignore, <br />But if I came with money in hand id be accepted as an equal man, but because I broke and fell apart, scrambled the pieces of me but not in the time to find my star <br /> <br />What key can I find too open a door for all I see are bolted locks on hidden doors, <br />Now was my time and like the sands, it slipped through my broken fingers into my broken hands, pacing the now sand strewn floor I find no answer to any more <br /> <br />And with my broken mind I tiredly bleed and the first and final door opens bright is the white and now I’m gone for sure <br /> <br />For no-one can ever notice someone like me, all I'm asking for is to be that somebody more, not a suicidal nutcase that’s lost his heart and core from banging my head against life’s thousands of closed doors<br /><br />Daniel Richards<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-closed-doors-conundrum-3/
