My Room
This door leads nowhere,
And opens in the same room,
This door has hinges.
Rusted, waiting to fail
The hallway stares blankly at me,
Asking me to choose.
Which door? Which room?
The door I want is locked.
So I take my second choice,
But is it safe?
Should I wait for my door to open?
Or would I be waiting in vain?
I step into the room,
that I did not want to choose,
And the walls look at me angry,
As if they could see.