Outside
~ Outside ~
In the darkest of rooms I felt for a door…
With a handful of keys I searched for more…
What has been taken or lost along the way…
I can still see in dreams where they live and play…
On a blank dismal wall I scribed a window to see…
I sketched a sunset in color and soon I was free…
~ Poet Mike ~
Copyright © Michael J. Falotico | Year Posted 2015
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