Doorman
Dear Death,
I never acknowledged,
until my floorboards you tore,
that it is you who appears
at the entrance of doors.
The snairs and nightmares
that we rather not explore,
all brought to light when you
barge through the doors.
Robbing travelers of any
chance to find more,
all lives have ceased since you
Passed through the doors.
But am I justified
in my disdain for your allure?
When it was her who went
and knocked upon yours.
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