Closed Doors

April 12, 2016

A door, sturdy from wall to wall

Closed so tightly, afraid it will fall

Supposed to keep the fear outside

Doors create safe places to hide

Leaning against a door earns a shoulder

Something solid to cry upon

Until a demon rams against the other side

Please door, save the place to hide

Using support from your back

Keep out the demon, who is starting to hack

The door starts to budge and fear grips your chest

Time to start hoping for the best

The demon gives up as the door holds strong

The wood seems to sigh back where it belongs

With the demon gone, the fear is still there

Oh what pain the demon could've shared

Settled still against the door

Thankful the demon hadn't protested more

Tears are falling, silent and steady

Back still braced, just to be ready

Slowly calming, yet still frightened as hell

If only someone could wish you well

Life has turned from happy to terror

For this torment, only you can be a bearer

Nothing had happened, just a slight mistake

But thankful for a door with plenty it can take

Door creating a safe spot for no one else

Allowing nothing to break yourself

Feeling relaxed, thankful for closed doors

Keeping you safe from such horrors

A slight step away, but ready to return

As long as the demon doesn't plan the door to burn

Lights go out, and a bed is sought

Not before making sure a door need not be bought

This is why closed doors are a need

A feeling of safety, it must feed.

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