As I sit and watch my life's memories in that open door,
I stare restless,
scared,
unsure.
What happened to me?
What happened to the little child who used to laugh and smile,
as her problems left,
unseen?
Why did my innocence leave?
Why did it abandon me?
Left alone in this accursed world,
is me.
As I stare at that open door,
more of me becomes hurt,
more,
and more.
I gently lift my blood-drained hand,
and touch my tattered face,
Tears of my innocence land,
in patterns of frozen grace.
As I stare at that open door,
I feel my blood boiling,
making my cold veins sore.
My innards lash about,
tearing at my broken skin,
my tired eyes tearing within.
Thousands of my emotions,
tear at my tainted soul,
leaving nothing but a ravenous black hole.
As I stare at that open door,
my shattered heart throbs,
dying is its core.
As I open my tired eyes,
revealing the closing door,
I finally realize my life is gone,
no more.
