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
Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2017
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