Posted in Poem

Within these doors

Within these doors

There are those who cry

Whimpering softly

They moan to dry.

 

Within these doors

There are those who don’t

Surrender,

Fighting hard

Like the fury of a thunder.

 

Within these doors

They are those who preach

The Holy Book

And the sacraments each.

 

Within these doors

There are losers and weepers

Tough luck

But such are the keepers.

 

Within these doors

We come to play

Tag and all

To mould the clay.

Within these doors

There is a dance

Hands we clap

Deep sleep in a trance.

 

Within these doors

We hope and pull

Wishing some more

To quieten the lull

 

Within these doors

Answers we seek

Groping darkness

White light we beseech. 

Author:

If all I can see is my own shadow, I'm in my own light.

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