Gateway
loneliness
dire, straight.
gate
way
to a
place.
A place where.
I see an opening,
But the road is not straight.
Window
of opportunity
immunity
from
that door
that gate.
I walk crooked upon that line
fine
wish I was straight.
But my desire is dire
I was too late.
It's locked.
Copyright © Liz Mckenzie | Year Posted 2008
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