The Door

Have no idea of the intention of this poem. Enjoy!

I don’t know where to look anymore

Can’t tell who to trust for sure

I always believed the world has more

Wishing for the times I loved before

But my hand always falls short of the door

 

I don’t know who to trust anymore can’t tell where to turn for sure.

Looking for a place to call home and end my roam but never finding the shore.

I’m looking for some kind of cure but my hand always falls short of discovery’s door.

Reviews

[Louisa Lavebaeck]

I wish I knew how to rhyme like you do haha. I like how this poem seems to have been written in a rush, yet it contains a whole deal of deeper emotions that are waiting to be let out.

[Tech]

Pretty spot on about the rush and it's all about practice. I urge you to try doing exercises to practice different forms of poetry. Look up a form your interested in and challenge yourself to write in it for a poem or two. Thank you for the kind words and I wish you luck in your writing.