The Door To Confusion

I drove for many miles, each one filled with apprehension Memories can be cruel an unwavering, when filled with sadness Going home can bring them back The house now empty, for years I'm told I remember the last time I saw it as I heard its door shut a day filled with confusion It rained the day I returned The oak tree where my swing hung was rotted now dead pieces laying on the ground Once it was regal and strong and held the dreams of youth on two ropes and a board I stood before the crumbling stone walkway leading to the house and remembered, days of play outside, nights of fireflies the sad melody of parents fighting and the lonely boy who clung to his imagination where he could feel happy and free The stones now covered in weeds were once the road to his kingdom and the house a cave of darkness where escape was a daily purpose The porch now buckling with several planks missing once a deck on a ship at sea overlooking a sea of grass Many worlds were created to escape the crows that landed, the storms that raged and there, The door, that led to both universes now hanging on one hinge, dangling with the wind and its rusty noise asking me to open it and step inside I reached out to move it, then stopped remembering my world of happiness was on the outside of this door I turned and walked away back into the rain As I passed the broken tree I noticed one grave, where my swing use to be before the state came and took me away 3/23/17 contest Doors