A Door better left Closed

Written by: adam hollingsworth

   Once she asked me, 
“Why do you care about me? 
   About the life I lead, 
And the girl I am?” 

         I replied, 
 “The love I feel is beyond reach, 
         The world I bought 
Is within you and all I care for 
        Is a part of you.” 

She sat and stared deeply at me 
            (with those shallow brown eyes) 
a whore holding the pipe, 
       a door 
               that releases life. 

A touch of the hands, 
   The castration of the soul. 
The pain of addictions… 
      That we both hold. 

I wish I never found this new friend, 
       The pain she symbolizes, 
   Is the pain I am.