Jon Sledge Poet I do not know?

Door of Blue

Standing alone, outside a door of blue,
Lost again, nothings new.
key wont fit, door wont budge,
ugh screw it, my foot'll be the judge.
sobering fortitude, door stands tall,
damn you door, Fall Fall Fall.
Silence now, a frustrated sigh,
a knocks how, my o my.
Knock Knock Knock!
the door seems to dance,
my visions enhance.
A smile creeps from the Hinges,
"Wish you to enter?"
"Aye door, let me by..."
"open up, lest I try."
A haunting call, something i said,
Door grows tall, color blood red.
"WHAT DOES IT SAY?!"
"It wants to play!"
Puppet strings bleed out my back,
My eyes turn glass, my legs click-clack!
7inches high, now am I
this cannot be,
reality.
"the door is no more"
"the door is no more"
"the door is no more"

Standing alone, outside a door of blue,
think I'll walk this time, so would you...

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