Behind Closed Doors Poem by (TPAC) Alexander Coppedge

Any closed door can hold numerous secrets, storing various items within it to explore: detailing perhaps the opposite to this thoughtfully claimed idea, holding nothing inside at all.

A door opens to a room that's empty; releases one's imagination to all kinds of things that can be done within them probabilities: roaming views which occupy the mind with thoughts, filling its space.

A door closed can surprise you with many wonders, forgotten dreams capturing moments of your past to ponder: lost memories which have gone pertained to loved ones, now passed from life.

A closed door can provide a state of solid solitude and relaxing comfort, giving tired individuals moments for a dramatic break apart from daily norms, allowing them a place of quiet, a haven to sleep.

A door that's closed can seal in its prisoners, holding in any confused soul, withdrawing them to a limited space to roam in: assuring their and your complete safety of themselves like others.

One must be careful when confronting any closed door, being prepared and very cautious of anything; twist each click slowly opening: and peeping cautiously, peering within to consider what's really inside.