Behind Closed Doors Poem by (TPAC) Alexander Coppedge

Any closed door tightly shut can hold numerous secrets, retaining various items inside to explore: detailing perhaps the opposite to this suggested idea, holding nothing within it at all.


A closed door can open to a room that's empty; viewing plenty of space will release one's imagination, visualize all kinds of things that can be done within probabilities: freeing thoughts which occupy the mind with views, filling its areas.


A closed door can surprise you with hidden wonders, capturing those forgotten dreams of past moments, bringing back lost memories to ponder which have long gone pertaining to loved ones, refreshing their passage from life.


A closed door can provide a place of solitude and relaxing comfort, giving a tired individual an escape for a moment's break: from daily norms, a getaway, allowing them a tranquil 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 from any harm.


One must be aware when confronting any closed door, being very cautious of anything; opening slowly, twisting each click, and peeping carefully, peering within to consider what's really inside.