Sliding Doors

by Mister 47   Nov 20, 2008


**// this poem is for a friend of mine , and a a great girl !!

written for a contest !!^__^

Sliding doors of happiness closing in my face
I don't feel I am belonging anymore to this place
Emptiness wraps me and the hurt is coming again
All this for a mistake I let it happen, all this for a man

I keep telling the mind to get over the hurt in my heart
And I am angry because I cannot glue back the parts
Waiting till time cure my stupidity and I can smile
But to reach that place, I have to walk the mile

I feel I am blind and cannot see these doors anymore
Opening and closing they are get confusing more and more
I am tired of looking in the mirror and see the lonely me
I need someone to hold me, someone here I could see

Sometimes, you should look to see where you are going
Sometimes, all it need is a look beyond your nose showing
It is hard to see who is holding your hand if you are blind
Just look next to you and another happiness you'll find

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  • 17 years ago

    by Daisy

    Nice!

  • 17 years ago

    by Blissful

    The meaning behind your words is filled with so much power! I could just feel the emotions you were expressing because you brought it to life for me with your language. I think you did a great job with the quote I provided and constructed the poem in a way that left me speechless. Thank you for writing this beautiful piece.

    Well done.

    *5/5*

  • 17 years ago

    by Mr. Darcy

    Loverboy,

    Doors closing, a great metaphor for regection. An inspiring write too.

    Well done.

    Michael

  • 17 years ago

    by Jessica

    A great write!

    these lines were probably my favorite.

    "I am tired of looking in the mirror and see the lonely me
    I need someone to hold me, someone here I could see"

    nice job, 5/5

  • 17 years ago

    by Ingrid

    CJ,

    In our club you are always the joker and sometimes it's hard to figure out what you are saying, lol.
    But in your poems I always see the real you.
    I love the honesty and the strong voice you have here. Only the strongest of people dare to show their weakness.

    Much love,

    5/5 Ingrid

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