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That Door
I know it's crazy with me and this door
But it's driving me crazy and I can't take anymore
Sadly might not be my imagination, I'm not sure
This could be my last word if I go insane
It's almost 1 in the morning and I'm still playing their game
"Call him, call him and see if he'll come
Scratch on the door and invite for fun
But be careful that no one else is awake
We would be letting go of hide and seek stakes"
Call me and call me you've almost won
Scratch on the door and I'll bring the gun
I'm up again way too late
I'm risking my life to better the stakes
If I opened that door just a little more
Curiosity would take over me
Those demons in my head
All the tears they'll shed
When they have no one to pick on
But it's driving me crazy and I can't take anymore
Sadly might not be my imagination, I'm not sure
This could be my last word if I go insane
It's almost 1 in the morning and I'm still playing their game
"Call him, call him and see if he'll come
Scratch on the door and invite for fun
But be careful that no one else is awake
We would be letting go of hide and seek stakes"
Call me and call me you've almost won
Scratch on the door and I'll bring the gun
I'm up again way too late
I'm risking my life to better the stakes
If I opened that door just a little more
Curiosity would take over me
Those demons in my head
All the tears they'll shed
When they have no one to pick on
Published 30th May 2014
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Don't worry, we only pick on each other and no-one matters, no matter how much they inflict or whine. With self-pity expunged, not indulged, someone please anyone, may make a fist of opening some shutters and doors and roof, anything to let some fresh light into our nervous lickle hearts. We need all the courage we can find, and courage doesn't belong to any one. It comes in each but is manifest, or not, for all. Stand up ready to be demolished, look brutes in the face, move on to help build a 'tone' worth a soul's investment in being. If one looks to see past the savage and dull, it can be a delight to notice that, even in our demise, all is love, not doubt - 'look to see'. Don't believe mee (or anyone), watch. Structure of poetry is not a speciallity of mine but content is, so i hope that i have shared some interest. But i have shared a moment of love, which stands on it's terms whatever anyone's make or take. Be forthright and upstanding in the Court of Life. The only honest worthy fear, which so many studiously ignore, is of being wretched at heart.
31st May 2014 7:28am
Thank you for the words of inspiration, I never truly thought of it that way. All I really saw was the fact I might of been going kinda crazy..I'll just let them go, not like they might really be real. Something of imagination at best. I've never really been good at structure or content so I'm in somewhat doubt at the second.
19th Aug 2014 9:57am
Seems to mee, interest (in anything) leads to imagination, exercising imagination leads to skill at using it. Too urgent to rush. You have integrity, all you need now is to not lose it.
