The KeyTo The Door
The door took my to nowhere just more darkness
The KeyTo The Door
At 21, I got the key to the door,
But beyond it, nothing—a hollow core.
No heaven, no earth, no sky, no sea,
Just a black hole staring back at me.
No home to shelter, no living room’s glow,
Just an empty shell where hope won’t grow.
Was this key to nowhere, or a passage to hell,
In a world where nothing seemed to dwell?
A darkened emptiness, a shadowed nest,
Where dreams lay quiet, failed the test.
Yet even in voids, seeds may sow,
A spark to light, a way to grow.
Perhaps this key, though cruelly bare,
Was meant to teach, to make me dare—
To build a world from what was gone,
And find my strength to carry on.
Or maybe just to close my eye
From life as I knew, to dark goodbye.
My poem’s deep, but I am sure
The key to the door is not my cure.
About the Creator
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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Comments (3)
Your poem are wonderful
A key to show which direction that one must take and decisions will be made.
Amazing poem!