The Door
The ancient door is open,
The ancient chain now broken,
The pillars cracked with dust,
You pause as you ponder curiosity turns to lust,
What lies within the pages what lies within the ink,
What lies within the phrases what power makes you think,
You move forward the treasure lies within,
Your eyes reading prickles to your skin,
The door lies open,
The ancient word set free,
The door lies open,
Tis poetry you see,
We bleed with ink to make you think,
Each drop a pain,
Each word a name,
The door is open,
The ancient pillars shake,
The chains are broken,
And now this earth will shake,
The door lies open,
The power is set free,
Emotions softly flowing,
Poetry is me.
