The White-Framed Door
The white-framed door
Perfectly mounted, undisturbed
Standing still unstained but
Holding secrets of a troubled soul.
Bearing pains of yesterday
Mysteries deeply hidden,
How long will it remain
Closed, undisturbed?
Great seekers of truth
Could they one day find
The keys to unlock
The terms in between?
Behind the white-framed door
Are memories neatly tucked
Into the crevices of a heart
And of a grief stricken soul.
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With eyes in despair
Heart in exile and banishment
Will it be safe to open
The white-framed door?
Will it be safe to snitch
In time and space
And when it’s finally disclosed,
Can peace be attained?
Or death it will deliver
From the conjuring door?
The white-framed door
Is maybe best left in its place.
Closed. ~
"Close some doors. Not because of pride, incapacity or arrogance but simply because they no longer lead somewhere. " ~
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