Strongest Door Poem by David Daykin

A solitary soar, a lonely glide,
I search myself for a place to hide.
The truth tumbles all around,
reality smashing my tower of dreams down.

Where once was fire now lies snow.
No burning passion a loss of loving glow,
my kisses could burn even your fingertips.
But you no longer quicken to the feel of my lips.

And so the isolation starts.
You drift from me you pull apart.
I find myself alone often and more.
My heart grown heavy, listless, sore.

So now the tune seems at an end.
The music has stopped and all is left is a friend.
This 'love' is such a cruel hard game.
And the outcome changes you, never the same.

I don't wish to play this anymore.
So I will lock my heart behind the strongest doors.