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The Doorway
Locked inside my indecision,
death opened up the door
And let me look inside my fear,
which I hated and abhorred
The view not half as frightening,
as the deception and the lies
And its arms extended toward me,
standing frozen-eyes on mine
My steps then hesitated,
and its threshold wasn't breached
As I watched the door shut slowly,
todays outcome never reached
But a key was left before me,
to unlock what's yet to know
Of a still uncertain future
-through the doorway I was shown
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
death opened up the door
And let me look inside my fear,
which I hated and abhorred
The view not half as frightening,
as the deception and the lies
And its arms extended toward me,
standing frozen-eyes on mine
My steps then hesitated,
and its threshold wasn't breached
As I watched the door shut slowly,
todays outcome never reached
But a key was left before me,
to unlock what's yet to know
Of a still uncertain future
-through the doorway I was shown
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
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The Doorway
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