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Doorway

May 3, 2013 by annie oconnor 1 Comment


doorway

Hello how are you do I really care
The language changes but the question’s still there
Spare a quarter, a dime a minute of your time
Have you ever hung a sign degrading what little is left of your mind
Pink or blue different day different hue
You mesmerize me the doorway or the runway
I slept next to you, I slept with you
I wake and it all seems it was a dream
I grabbing coffee when I see pink and blue sheen
The doorway is gone and I question right or wrong
You look different now something strange has changed
Your disguise is new no doorway no clue
Your head held high as you pass by I
You go to the door and you disappear
I left wondering if you were really ever here
In the doorway
My mind searching for something to grab
A hint of time that was never had
Then it seems as if my dreams have collided
Like a train wreck with no casualties only restless thoughts of old memories
Then it all comes to light there in the darkest of night you sit only in my sight
In the doorway

 

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  1. Vera Haddan says

    May 8, 2013 at 7:03 pm

    I read “Doorway” a few days ago. It’s a thoughtful poem. This line is staying with me: “Like a train wreck with no casualties only restless thoughts of old memories.” I like it so much.

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