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.
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