Vanilla Door Poem by Chester Maynes
Vanilla Door
Sweet, but something
Is wrong
Blood, it flows
Extremely as these
Wounds
Won’t stop
I walked barefoot
On some barren floors
Punishment is surreal
The scourge of hell
Is damnation
To everyone
Opportunities in ample time
Like a vanilla door
Those melting particles
Are melting no more
Changes occur
Changes kill
(written on January 20,2009 Hanoi City Vietnam)
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