#308 Walking Through
Walking through
As the door stands open
Another door awaits beyond
The night is resting, the glass
A barrier against life
Which ascertains in thought
The choice which is to be
Open the other door.
Fret the hand
No motion to move the soul forward
Does not the clock continue?
The door still awaits
To be opened as I,
As I turn away.
~
By: Darren J McMurray
December 21, 2009
Copyright © Darren J Mcmurray | Year Posted 2009
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