To most, you are just a door.
You open and close.
Keep out the riff-raff.
But I don't like you.
I've decided.
Because you always let people leave...
...
I blame you!
Because it can't be my fault.
I wouldn't like that.
And you are just a door.
You don't get a say.
I can shut you up whenever I want.
Slam you when I really mean it.
So stop giving me that blank stare.
I honestly do not care.
But if I think about it.
I'd probably miss you if you weren't there.
...
You let people leave.
That I can't forgive.
But I'm hoping that one day you open up for love because that's what I truly need.
So please keep your peephole open.
And ring your bell when you find them.
Then I can forgive you.
And appreciate what you do.
Keeping me safe and all.
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Written exclusively for the Ode to Ordinary challenge. I don't usually have deep feelings for doors. Honest.
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© Simon George 2023. All Rights Reserved.
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Simon George
I write poetry, fiction, and non-fiction. In 2021, I published my debut book "The Truth Behind The Smile" a self-help guide for your mental health based on my personal experience with depression. Go check it out.
IG: @AuthorSimonGeorge
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You let people leave. That I can't forgive. These lines resonated to deeply with me! Loved your poem!
Though would we want to be with someone who was only there because they couldn't leave? I get your drift, but still....
Great Piece ❤️💯😉📝😁