Half Gates
Drowning in dismay,
the Will is fading away.
A familiar touch,
nothing changes so much.
As Life creeps out,
behold the crimson carpet unfold.
At ajar doors,
what is left to adore?
From afar they revel,
delighted by how you fell.
Shutting gates,twisting keys,
burning bridges now leave...
Traveling to beyond the bounds,
leaving behind what is not fond.
The journey to find a pinch of joy,
doesn't often destroy?
Copyright © The First Born The First Forgotten | Year Posted 2014
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