Behind the Door

I'll tell you for sure
it's
Spaces and floors
Waves and shores
where depraved implore
trips to stores,
nails, beds and bed bugs,
sun rays ignored,
what's behind the door?
Stale air and rust on swords,
millions spent on
silly fish to swim
with crooked fins
pointless play abhorred
behind the door,
what's behind the door
cept'
fortunes ignored,
oceans hardly explored
brain matter taking tours
all day
around thoughts vacant and short
but searching
what's behind the door?
Demons on fours
saints lost in their lore
stories rotten at core,
tripping over moments on which lives hinge
behind that door, suspicious
maybe one day inviting and filled with more
or at least I'm open to it