There Was Never A Door Poem by Janine Alyssa Navarro
There Was Never A Door
Punctured nails cut through
the soles of my feet
damn these floor boards,
my fragility is exposed.
I limp to reach for the keys
to open the difficult door
my feet dragged
wine-red stains onto the floor.
I got the keys
but there were a lot of them
how was I to choose,
my eyes was betraying me.
The sun streams in
from the unkind windows,
I sulk in a corner;
there was never a door.
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