The Closed Door Poem by Vincent Onyeche

Funny how these doors bang
Noisy as a Dunny-door in storm
Open and closing is the hallway
Along a billion room veranda
All lovers must have a gander
Or take a powder
Far from where I stand
Down the pavement I pound.
These rooms that is empty
Have no brain and mercy
To handle a possible emergency
Bolt down to efficiency
Maybe love has no pity
To get a stroke lucky
Along the long narrow corridor
These rooms have bitterly open doors
Invitation sent by these doors
Are either wile or wild
For a gentle-mind searching for a day-room
To love and participate in genre painting
I pound-the-pavement waiting-
Like others, knocking and asking
The closed doors to widen
But it yells: “Ga-out and Ga-night! ”