Ajar

If this is another

Of your twisted games

You’ll regret it.

And if this is another

Of your twisted stories

We both will.

 

The door stands slightly ajar

Just in case

They decide they miss it:

These green trees

And greener eyes

And those times that burn

Deep in our memories

 

The door stands slightly ajar

Just in case

We need a quick escape.

A painless exit.

 

Heaven’s long been

Out of the question

Blood shows far too clear

On spotless angel’s robes.

 

And Hell’s almost

As bad: I need somewhere

To rest my weary bones -

Not dark to rest my eyes

(Though they’ve seen

Their fair share

Of horror too…)

 

The door stands slightly ajar

But someone’s built a wall

Behind it

And I can’t find my way

(Past)

 

If this is another

Of your twisted games

You’ll regret it.

And if this is another

Of your blank truths

I will too.

Reviews

[Captain Ugly]

I felt this. Like the afterthoughts. (Draws more attention to the words used) It's a smart piece. I enjoyed.
Just Me.
Captain Ugly.