The Door: A Poem

Sunday, March 21

By Julia Sbarretti

I see you

Standing there

Tall, huge, massive

And I am all the way down here, on the ground

 dammned by you

Gate of hell

I spend my nights waiting for someone to come THROUGH YOU

BUT WHY IS IT YOU NEVER LET ANYONE IN?

Why is it that I keep waiting for that someone

But that someone never comes

Who is that someone? Who am I?

The day will come where I will still be down here, small

And you up there, massive

Making fun of me

In the end we are not so different you and I

We do have one thing in common

We are both empty. Empty as we were. Empty as we’ll always be. 

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