Justin Tallman

Rookie (September 4th,1989 / Milwaukee, WI)

The Door - Poem by Justin Tallman

There are many doors
in my house
I have opened
and closed

The front
to leave and go
when I please

The back
to leisure in my habitat
at my most secure

The cupboards
to survive
on the resources
in possession

The bathroom
to stare in the mirror
getting acquainted
with the I
all who I

The bedroom
to get lost
and forget I
taking left turns
in dreams

The basement
to dwell in the dark
hide from it all
with the cold insects
and feel

But there is one door
I am curious with most
I ignore it
walk past it
and treat it
as a wall

After I have tasted
all the flavors
all the textures
all the scents
all the sounds
and seen
all the pictures


it is time
to open this door

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, December 20, 2012

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