The Last Unopened Door Poem by Michael Walkerjohn

Further
moments
ones kept
in waiting an
eternity of, the lost
and sorrowful innocent's
broken, by the unspoken
destiny of yearning souls
awaiting ‘the crossing'
scoured by betrayal
in essence living a
lie in life; squeezing
hope from the mirage
of contemptible illusion
provided by the ‘one' behind
the curtain… in an instant here
then gone, then realized as some
cosmic camouflaged glory, metaphor
storied, irrational reasoning; made as a
simplistic nothingness to be generally
ignored… Heaven implied as current
the ‘neutral' conductor presenting
as open, to fault, to score, the soul
to the core until… wanting to be freed
from this maze; one reaches out and begs
for the ‘key' to the last unopened door…