Exits And Keys - Poem by Jan Hauck
Death is no mystery,
It is only a door I can slam shut.
Can you promise me it will be better,
On the other side, can you?
I know you can but I do not believe you.
It will be better for others but me.
This sweet, choking smell,
The field of poppies that puts me to sleep,
Yellow brick road? No place like home,
Behind that door without a key,
Just walk, walk without fear and faith,
Eat me, drink me, shrink or grow.
Oh if I had a heart and courage,
Who will stop me, judge me,
Is it you? One thing I can do
And follow through, not try it on, discard
And walk away. I walk away just once,
And it is no mystery to anyone.
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