My Room
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.
And it is this room that is home now,
It is where I should be.
Still I wonder if I can ever see
Behind that locked door what would be
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.
And it is this room that is home now,
It is where I should be.
Still I wonder if I can ever see
Behind that locked door what would be
Reacties op dit gedicht
| dikkertjedap: | Dinsdag, mei 08, 2001 22:34 |
| look at the locked room... is the grass at the neighbours always greener? greetings, dd. |
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| danielle de rooy: | Dinsdag, mei 08, 2001 21:45 |
| the choices we make... love,Daantje |
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| danielle de rooy: | Dinsdag, mei 08, 2001 21:45 |
| the choices we make... love,Daantje |
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