Doors
Hell of tricksters.
Seems to hold all the secrets
Unsuspectingly leaking same to the desperate on its other side
Pridefully slammed in a face one moment
Graciously bidding it in the very next.
Having no mind of its own,
Promiscuously submitting to whoevers bidding.
Its no wonder no one blames your infidelity,
For your ways have been known through the ages.
The insecure simply get you a lock.
Not like that makes much of a difference.
You watched at the Judges Chamber,
As the cruel Judge ripped an only child from its mother.
At the Police Cell,
You had nothing to say to the innocent being imprisoned.
If only you could open up and swallow up Flora,
Her beast of an Uncle wouldn’t have raped her.
The alcoholic thought you have been shut,
But as you have no loyalties
You spread wide open at the slightest shove.
Still,
You crave love and attention
Else those that need you only wake up to your ruins
They say,
When one door closes, another opens.
I say,
Doors are Doors.
If not careful, what befell the closed one will befall the now opened.
Be Wise!
You cannot trust these Doors.
