The Crying Door
THE CRYING DOOR
The light slowly disappears
As the door is closed on me
The cracking of the whips
Make me shudder within
The whisping sounds
Like thousands of teardrops
Where am I?
Why aren't the lights on
I can hear the shadows
Show me, where I am?
Enclosed, suspended
In the midst
Below the valley
Between the hard place
The Calvary is coming
For who or whom
The little one
Showered in the dark
Heavenly spirits around
Come out
Here in the room
Now open your eyes
It has all dispersed
Just like thin air
Copyright © Bridgett Marcum | Year Posted 2016
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