Poem About Locked Doors

However there is a locked room up there.

Poem about locked doors.

Do not now seek the answers which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. Unable to be opened without a key. But the knock came again. Some say the angels lock it from the outside.

Some say the devil locks the door. I blew out the light i tip toed the floor and raised both hands. Back over the sill i bade a come in to whatever the knock at the door may have been. And brushed with buttons upon sleeves the flowers were out there with the thieves.

My window was wide. Poem by robert frost. Locked doors poem by joseph narusiewicz. Locked rusted doors fill the soul with dread fading in the distance of an endless hall onward ever onward into eternal dark resisting their pull not heeding their call knowing behind one flickers life s spark from so many doors it s impossible to choose when endlessly new ones materialize anew open the wrong one and there is much to loose.

And i though of the door with no lock to lock. So at a knock i emptied my cage to hide in the world. As told to a child. I climbed on the sill and descended outside.

The people inside have no water. When we locked up the house at night we always locked the flowers outside. With an iron door that can t be opened. Some say the devil locks the door.

Some say the angels lock it from the outside. Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves like locked rooms and like books that are now written in a very foreign tongue. However there is a locked room up there. The time i dreamed the door was tried.

You become a house where the wind blows straight through because no one bothers the crack in the window or lock on the door and you re the house where people come and go as they please because you re simply too unimpressed to care. It has all your bad dreams in it. The key that opens to what lies behind. In prayer to the door.

With no lock to lock. So you run like a spark of evilthe world like a snakemy eyes cry. A blue locked door. The people inside have no water.

I blew out the light i tip toed the floor and raised both hands in prayer to the door. But the knock came again. But that key is what lies in your hands. My window was wide.

But at last came a knock and i thought of the door. And cut them off from window light.