The Open and Closed Doors

September 7, 2014

Your head is hidden behind a closed door

Nothing comes in and no one leaves

But I'm choosing to knock

For the door separates life and creates a wall of separation between you and I

Never to ponder the things beyond that room in which you have trapped yourself

Never to look, wander or even see things you desire

Your passion is unseen

But I can hear the tum-drum of your heart

There's a rhythm to your thoughts that corresponds with your breath

And I always find myself missing you

Even when I can't picture your face

I have anaylized every form of metal procress and I guess all this concludes to

this

It's like locking your heart in a glass box

It can't beathe

Your heart is useless without the rest of your body

So why is it always separate from your thinking

Yet

You remain

Pushing and pulling

Terrified of the dust that collects

Never seeming to honestly go to bed

Following memories that strain

And I apologize for the migraine in your head

Instead I'm begging you to answer my knock

Your words will remain over my mind like a tattoo

In the mean time I'll be sitting outside

Doing exactly what you'd expect me to do

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