Beyond The Door Poem by Bill Cantrell

Beyond The Door



When all words have been written,
With nothing left to say
Inspiration stills her tongue,
And off she flies away
Imagination skips and skips,
Caught in a repetitiousness loop
Bouncing in an endless maze,
Echoing in an empty room
Yet passing through the majestic door
Where each stone is a dream
My eyes and ears are opened wide,
As inspiration screams

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