My Door
The strangest one I have ever seen,
fits well between two sections of a wall.
Yes, it is a door I speak of -
but what does it hide?
Have I ever seen the other side of it
and perhaps who is there?
It is a voice that is fair at times
but abominable at others.
Is it my mother's, my father's,
my sister's, my brother's?
Am I mad or is this a dream,
or something on the other side of my mind?
(May 2022)
Copyright © Andrew John | Year Posted 2022
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