Golden Gate (Precious Heavy Metals, Pt.7) Poem by Axley Jade Blaze

The golden gate won't peel open for me
It detects me today, but the entrance is dead
The Paradise pass-way won't open up for me
It rejects me today, instead.

A search throughout my life,
For the yellow-brick-road
Or the golden opportunity,
The lemons that'd break the mold
Just a sip of lemonade
It would save me from this lunacy!
I sang all through my years,
I tried for uplifting tunes daily,
But nothing ever came of it.
And now I only see one way for me:
The gracious entrance, the gates;
I just couldn't find them.
Or the hues that'd saturate things,
Instead of making me blind from them!
I searched for the silver lining,
Another precious metal
In a material world
I hunt for peace
But, here, it's only in material things,
Like a dishonest medal.
And it's all so false!
I can't fathom this;
Can't find the key, the lock, the door
No happy hike, no nature walk
Just morbid scenes and dreams
Increase every night
I see them more and more.
As my fragmented thoughts scatter;
I shatter!
Because I crave the golden moments
So much that I crave the gate.
And Death; she calls,
Silver Bell's; they ring,
And now it's simply far too late.

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