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I pace through the endless corridors
Rows upon rows of doors
Some will open while others remain closed
Each holds something inside, a key to what was lost
A small piece of what has never been found
Like a puzzle that remains broken
Each and all are lost memories, lost dreams and hopes
I hope with every new room that opens it is a way out
A way to leave these haunting faces and deadly places
For not only are these memories lost as am I
Though I can hear the outside, the people, the voices
I never find the door that takes me home
To those whom I one day wish to see again
Rows upon rows of doors
Some will open while others remain closed
Each holds something inside, a key to what was lost
A small piece of what has never been found
Like a puzzle that remains broken
Each and all are lost memories, lost dreams and hopes
I hope with every new room that opens it is a way out
A way to leave these haunting faces and deadly places
For not only are these memories lost as am I
Though I can hear the outside, the people, the voices
I never find the door that takes me home
To those whom I one day wish to see again
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*runs around in circles*
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Is that a freely inspired work, or is it personally experienced? Recent events maybe even? It feels quite intense also, just like "Iris" and "The Tainted One".
It inspired me to write a poem myself, I'll send you a note, but pls tell me more about bckgrnd of this, if you feel like it...
It inspired me to write a poem myself, I'll send you a note, but pls tell me more about bckgrnd of this, if you feel like it...