The Room Behind The Door

by debbylyn   Nov 6, 2007


The room behind the door cries out
Paper patterns peeled and torn
Weary eye to keyhole burns
Whilst darkness stays the morn

The room behind the door cries out
In emptiness it breathes
Ghostly visions pacing planks
Rattling rings of tarnished keys

The room behind the door cries out
Dust choking bitter tears
Perchance a window open wide
Can exorcise the years

The room behind the door cries out
Faintly wafts a sigh
With no key to loose the lock
Eternity drifts by

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  • 16 years ago

    by Liz

    I like the ending it flows well
    otherwise it needs more explaining why its the way it is

  • 17 years ago

    by Jackie

    An excellent thought provoking poem, very well worded. 5/5

  • 17 years ago

    by Barry

    Rooms with memories that burn...
    emptiness as paper torn....a room once occupied now left forlorn....this room now empty of love, just crystal tears of sadness
    to refllect to mourn

  • 17 years ago

    by Cindy

    Deb
    You did such a wonderful job on this poetry form. How sad it brought me to tears. This is how my room feels since I lost my love. The life in the house is gone :(
    Excellent !
    Love Cindy