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Monday, August 26, 2013

Shut Doors

I used to wonder
What would be worse

Having something precious
And losing it
Or living a whole life
Without something precious

Knowing only
What you’ve always had or
Forever knowing
What you’ve lost

I used to wonder
But I don’t wonder
Any more

I think now
That it’s worse
To know
What you’ve lost

Worse to have doors
To happier times
Slammed shut
So painfully
In so many ways

Worse to have doors
Shut and solid
Except for a tiny cruel window
That lets you peer through
And see clearly 
All you used to have
All you can’t have now

I wish I didn’t remember
What a good life was

I wish I didn’t know
What was beyond the
Shut doors

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