A Hotel Corridor One Stormy Night Poem by angelica dela cruz

The difference
Between
The Solitary
Doors is
Their
Key.
They stand there,
Lined up
On dark
Corridors,
Taunting each
To open
And see the
Secret in.
The Blackest door
Is at the end,
At the start,
In between,
Leading to
Unknown horizons.
So far,
So Far from home,
I weep.
My tears rust
The metal
Knob
And melt the
Key.
They're taunting me.
Taunting, taunting.
The moon slips
Behind the wall.