The Door

The Door

In
each days passing
the door closes...
a little more...
and a little more...
and a little more...
Soon 
there will be 
no way out...
Or 
in...


deborah burch©10.31.17

allegoryallusionbullyingidentityfree verse

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Kai Michael Neumann

April 9, 2018 at 11:05 AM

Very meaningful. But maybe the hinges are creaking and the door succumbs...

James Swartz

November 22, 2017 at 9:04 PM

Very insightful and meaningful. Too bad there is not a way to prop the Door open. Great poem!

Deborah Burch

November 23, 2017 at 11:05 AM

Thank you James!! There in lies the conundrum...the "catch-22"...ironic, isn't it ;) Hugggs, deb.

Joanna Daniel

November 21, 2017 at 6:30 AM

Wow! What door is that? I wonder... wonderfully written, Cap'n:)

Deborah Burch

November 21, 2017 at 12:38 PM

;) awww. Thanks Jo!! You know I didn't realize or think of "Holdor" until after reading it posted and giving it this title!! Lol!! But it fits!! Good eye!! Big Hugggs!! Cap'n