This is an excerpt of a poem I apparently wrote a week ago. I don't even remember it. This is how it came out of my brain, with one or two changes. I just thought I'd post it here:
Every time
Opportunity rings,
I cannot answer the door
I never see what is on the
other side
Won't someone call
Whose prayer I can answer?
Or is it I who must do the ringing?
I thought I left the door ajar,
But have I kept it bolted?
Under lock and key
That I swallowed years ago.
There the key sits
Amongst the contents of my
Unsettled stomach
1 comment:
You are fantastic, just so you know. I've been watching your YT videos for a while, and just saw that you had blogger. Love the poem!
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