The Door

When my life

is just

doing time.

When my joy and laughter

are just

pretending.

 

When my days stretch into

endless

repetition

without expectation, anticipation or

perspective.

When I watch others live

their life,

whilst my life

just

passes by…

 

Then rests only

dread…

Life in the prison of my

mind,

dark, with boarded windows

and one door.

 

Now the question:

Do I stay…

or leave?

 

 

 

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