Dead Bolt Demise

When they look up,

need in their eyes,

how does it feel

to have introduced

ideas for their own good,

that end up being

your own demise?

 

When is protection

a wall built 

around their heart

that eventually falls,

burying you beneath

the bravery

you displayed?

 

When is love the

one four letter word

that comes back

to haunt you

because neither

could agree on

its true meaning?

 

When is sadness

the only emotion

left remaining

as the door slams,

the dead bolt locks

with you still inside

holding the key?

Reviews

[AprilRN1210]

Nice metaphor! I love the ending.. sounds like my life... try to lock everyone else out, end up locking myself in....

well done!

[willweb]

Thank you so very much for taking the time to read and comment on my poem. I took that ending from personal experiences. I am happy you liked this one.

[AprilRN1210]

You're welcome.

[Matching Socks]

Another brilliant one from my man WILLWEB.
Nice one kid. :)
Who's the fan here?

[willweb]

Kid huh, I think I like that. Thank you so very much my #1 fan. I am happy you liked this one and happy the memberhip in my fan club has grown to 1. Thanks again Ance.

[Matching Socks]

I think you got a few members... I know of at least 2.

[willweb]

Maybe I need to recount. I get confused when the numbers get that big.

[Matching Socks]

Would you like to tell you how to get, how to get to Sesame Street.?

[willweb]

Make the first left past Fragle Rock, you can't miss it.

[Matching Socks]

Lol. You're always spot on. Good job.