A Door, Yet Not a Door
A door dwelled, but was written on it,
“Thou shalt not”.
It stood on the 4th floor like a ghost,
Threatening with a piercing signpost.
“Does the door dwell, or not?”
Was the question that passers-by raised;
What took place in the back room yet
Was a mystery that insiders, too, knew not.
Hushed voices hissed outside a lot,
Yet shrill bewail inside smothers that,
For the door debarred entrance or exit,
Deluding those from in and out.
Door was too high for those out
And it was just a silly wall, a rampart
for those in, and it teased to be a support,
Yet subdued claims, or pains that hurt.
The door didn't dwell for entry or exit
But stood simply as a towering ghost.
*6th Place* in the following contest (judged on Sept. 21, 2020)
Sept. 20, 2020
The Fourth Floor Of Nowhere Poetry Contest
Contest Sponsor: craig cornish
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