Breaking In

V.Y.Z.R

Breaking In

There's only one route here

Down all the widest streets

Up a breathless hill

And flying down the other side

.

There's only one route here

This street is never not frightening

It's only pretty at one end

But that's the end I'm headed for

.

And the door is always open

The door is always open

The door was always open

But now it's locked

.

Moving in slow motion

Around the corner,

A car with foreign plates

I know I'm in the right place

.

Moving in slow motion

It takes half an hour

To climb the fire escape

To the neighbours, I'd look misplaced

.

And the door is always open

The door is always open

The door was always open

But now it's locked

.

I'm on the roof

There's a little hatch

Held by a single latch

My final hope

.

I'm on the roof

Trying to slide old gift cards

Through the gap in the jamb

But there's no hope

.

I never thought I'd try to break in here

I never thought I'd have to break in here

Even when the drafts were ice cold

Even when the walls were weeping

Even when the glass was fractured

The door was always open

But now it's locked

sad poetry
Violet P. Davies
Violet P. Davies
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