Broken Windows, Locked Doors
What went on before stays locked behind the door
Broken Windows, Locked Doors
Broken windows, whispers of past,
Echoes of lives that didn’t last.
Shattered glass, a tale untold,
Of dreams abandoned, left to the cold.
Old locked doors, rusted and still,
Guarding secrets against their will.
Keys long lost, their purpose gone,
Yet they stand, silent, all alone.
Time moves on, yet they remain,
Carriers of sorrow, joy, and pain.
Through broken windows, light still pours,
And hope peers in through locked old doors.
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Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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I like this very much
Excellent poetry. Especially this line Through broken windows, light sill pours
This is so sad to see broken windows and doors to old houses just falling apart and wondering what kind of people lived there at one time. Good work.