Cracked Doors
Cracked Doors
It offered solace
an escape from life’s torment,
false comfort – oblivion’s
denial of the truth,
the lie of living’s afterlife.
Trembling hands reached out
in search of hope’s lost promise,
a door ajar, a welcome,
open invitation
to shed death’s robe, to live again.
John G. Lawless
contest – Door to a Wayra
7/16/2014
Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2014
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