Wrong Door Poem by Gregory PierreJerome

What door is to be open
Which one of these doors are the one
what door leads to the right path
why am I so frighten
If I go in, will I be gone
did I do the right math

As I choose the Wrong door
my life now is on the floor
the juice my elders gave me are now in use
the words of the righteous are passing by
As I walk through the night, i cry
Why did I pick that door
I see drugs and alcohol
I hear many bloody waterfalls
My chance in life has come to an end
now I see and hear the advices of my friends and elders