Through The Door

poem by: Annamarie Sampson
Written on Feb 03, 2015

The door.
Knock on it.
Feel it call,
Hear it call.
Open it, see unkept promises.
Step and fall.
No fear... Feel your tear.
What awaits is Hell,
But who could tell?

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Christopher Russon commented:

Well written poem.

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