The Door Poem by Joshua Hillard

Nothing stops these visions from mobilizing,
Trust is our loyalty, but hate is our demons rising,
Which one are you? I feel it coursing within me,
I’m this or that, mad at the fact, I’m not what you want me to be,

You hate me for my willpower, every fiber of my being,
Enraged when you realize, you’re failing at what you’re receiving,
Close your eyes, relax your mind, figure out what you need,
For in this life, adjoined hearts aren't ones meant to bleed,

All this pain, I can see, clearly, but can you see?
Blinded by the fact of whom I call the real enemy,
Take a pick, or take a seat, for this ride shall begin,
Do not unbuckle yourself; this is no time to rescind,

Here we are, the long road into the realm of life,
Of hatred to love, passion to lust, from failing to strive,
We cannot stop now, unless this journey is ending,
We've gone too far now, we have to stop pretending,

But I’ll never keep that door locked to stop you from running,
My Angels mix with your Demons, a premonition is coming,
I run myself, but I am trapped in a circle from a game,
Bruised and defeated, the loss becomes more than the gain,

So here I am, at the end of all whits,
Waiting that moment when you call it quits,
Pondering on the meaning behind this emotion,
When it suddenly becomes clear… when that door is opened.