The Door Too High

It, it was my first Experience, at life Or so it seemed. My attention captured, Body small, sunk! In my mother’s car seat A quiet bitterness In resignation - Just the way it is For children; She saw everything I could not. Going by me Was the world With me sitting still, I wanted more from that Comfortable seat; In cynical like Hopeless frustration Knowing Later is not Soon enough, I hoped In quiet damnation As neither her nor it heard me; It became my view, Indifference comes fast To a sinking lead ball A … never mind … To never appreciate Who and where I am. It will always have What I want And I will never Be satisfied. On that day my experiences Became my feelings (What I know to be true) And what I felt, opened The doors to (a belief in) hell Time extended, I had married my true love, And the keys to heaven Were never found; I bent to its will, I ate sufferings Of I want and Weighted myself In wait, Never realizing it, it Had become my, only, mate.