Knock on the Door

It pounds as it comes to life
my doors of hatred and spite
I look lost at the world ahead
at the easy happy roads I’ll tread
The pain I left behind
has melted in my mind
it seeps in through the cracks
through the unsavory joyous tracks
I look back sometimes hoping
that the door waiting to be opened
goes away in a blinding mist
makes its way to my bucket list
The pounding is now getting louder
like silent unending torture
I endure for now hoping I’d last
this failing torture of the past
At length I’d have to choose
to walk ahead with nothing to lose
or open the door as I look back
and let my soul fade to black….

3 thoughts on “Knock on the Door

  1. Past we can never forget, or can ignore. As its a part of our life. We walk along with all those memories.

    Though there are some memories that disturbs us, as you said they creep from the spaces, let not allow them to affect our present.

    P.S. your writings make me always to come here, yours is one of the blog that i almost read all of your writings, my fav ones are stuck is bell jar and Heartless, Soulless…You Keep writing, I visiting 🙂

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