Beyond that Locked Door

Beyond that Locked Door                           July 17, 2005

I have been running from my past so very long,

Down hallways, corridors, runways and such,

And I have finally reached the point I sought

Only to be foiled in my attempts to escape my past,

For beyond that locked door lies my life's salvation,

What I ultimately hope will be my destination,

But alas, the bloody door is locked firm,

And I must now face what I have long dreaded.

The pain! The pain! The pain of it all,

Knives gouging out my eyes,

And I am blind to the world; perhaps that isn't bad,

For I shan't have to witness the rest of the torture.

Beyond that locked door would've meant safety, security,

A sense of comfort I haven't felt since I know not when,

But instead, I am here enduring this pestilence,

Now, and perhaps forever more.