Doors Barred And Shut Poem by Alex Rosak

Deathless words, deathless poetry,
Onto paper I will put, across the foolscap line,
And I will most earnestly make you see
This untamed passion that is mine;

From the cruel dark shadows in the corridor
To the half-glimpsed demon in every soul
I do believe you that you do adore
This person true and whole;

But there are limits to what on paper can be put,
The ink struggles to excercise discretion,
To keep those doors both barred and shut
From the prying eyes of hell and heaven;

Can discretion ever be overcome,
The stubborn rafters blow away
Or will no strain of sinews, however hard won,
Cast the obscuring roof away?