Poem About Locked Doors

Locked doors poem by joseph narusiewicz.

Poem about locked doors.

As told to a child. And i though of the door with no lock to lock. But at last came a knock and i thought of the door. Some say the angels lock it from the outside.

The people inside have no water. But the knock came again. But that key is what lies in your hands. However there is a locked room up there.

The people inside have no water. Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves like locked rooms and like books that are now written in a very foreign tongue. With no lock to lock. Some say the devil locks the door.

Do not now seek the answers which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. It has all your bad dreams in it. So you run like a spark of evilthe world like a snakemy eyes cry. You become a house where the wind blows straight through because no one bothers the crack in the window or lock on the door and you re the house where people come and go as they please because you re simply too unimpressed to care.

When we locked up the house at night we always locked the flowers outside. Some say the devil locks the door. With an iron door that can t be opened. With an iron door that can t be opened.

Unable to be opened without a key. In prayer to the door. Locked rusted doors fill the soul with dread fading in the distance of an endless hall onward ever onward into eternal dark resisting their pull not heeding their call knowing behind one flickers life s spark from so many doors it s impossible to choose when endlessly new ones materialize anew open the wrong one and there is much to loose. Life s true potential is a locked door.

It has all your bad dreams in it. So at a knock i emptied my cage to hide in the world. Poem by robert frost. My window was wide.

Back over the sill i bade a come in to whatever the knock at the door may have been. And cut them off from window light. I blew out the light i tip toed the floor and raised both hands in prayer to the door. The time i dreamed the door was tried.

And brushed with buttons upon sleeves the flowers were out there with the thieves. But the knock came again. A blue locked door. However there is a locked room up there.

I blew out the light i tip toed the floor and raised both hands. My window was wide.