Meru Groen Poet Free verse

This House Without Any Doors

We come to this world, conjured as such,

in a strange and mysterious way.

Through borrowed eyes, we can see ourselves,

by wearing this costume of clay.

We travel the world, and carve out spaces,

filling them with gold and precious things.

The wisest of men will not waste their time,

for they know what the future brings.

'Off this mortal coil, we all must shuffle',

and come to rest on the sacred shores.

There the soul can find its' deliverance,

from this house without any doors!



4/29/2017-

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Sara Kendrick February 22, 2023 at 7:46 AM Congratulations on your poem being on Brian's winners' list. Way to go. Sara

Christuraj Alex February 22, 2023 at 3:27 AM "There the soul can find its' deliverance, from this house without any doors!" - A very beautiful poem. Congratulations! Meru Groen February 22, 2023 at 6:39 AM Thanks for the kind comment, Chris, I really appreciate it. I have another poem called "this house with no door", which is shorter, but interesting, thanks again, Meru.