The Gate

The tall black gates Loom high above Barely seen In the shadows of The surface blemished As paint flakes peel Long forgotten This gate of steel As closer I move My movements stalked Distorted shapes My path now blocked Menacing up close Their soul comes alive With a stark warning These gates strive Unseen tree branches Swoop down low Protecting the steel Entrapping my woe I drop to the ground Trembling and scared Limbs reach out for me This close I dared. This poem is inspired by a gate I saw in a dream.