The Door

pacifierpacifier Posts: 1,009
edited December 2007 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
He looked back at his life before he walked out the door
A child and wife with child
His life
They are reason
The reason he goes
To work a job that he hates
All that he knows
And, try as they might,
And, try as they did,
They couldn’t bring him the joy
The life that he wished

He walked out the door towards his sacrifice
Forgetting to kiss his child and wife
His life
Dragging his feet
He got into his car
To work for a life never satisfied
And the day went on
Like the day goes on
Until he could go home again
To a house where he could not relax
And dragging his feet
He got into his car

As he reached for the door his tension set in
He could already hear the baby crying
His life
Never ending
The baby got louder
As he entered the house
He could smell the nappy
And started to shout for his wife
He worked all day
Why couldn’t she do the same
His calls went unanswered
So he went searching

He saw her through the door, there on the floor
His pregnant wife
His life
Had reached an ending
The tiles soaked red
Around her face and her legs
And all he could hear was the screaming
His baby or him?
Nothing was clear
Except the knowing
That they were no longer there

………………………….

He looks back at his life before he walks out the door
To the child that he is living for
His life
This baby the reason
The reason he goes
To work a job that he hates
All that he knows
And, try as it might,
And, try as it does,
This babe brings him the joy
Of a life that he was wishing for
The life that he wishes he had loved before
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Comments

  • chadwickchadwick up my ass Posts: 21,157
    That's sad damn it.
    What's the deal here?
    Do tell, please.
    for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

    "Hear me, my chiefs!
    I am tired; my heart is
    sick and sad. From where
    the sun stands I will fight
    no more forever."

    Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
  • #X.#X. Posts: 142
    Chad, yes do tell. I love it, and it is so unlike you. It's nice to see your diversity. The Door, awe "There are things known, and there are things unknown, and in between are the doors." by Jim #X.
    "The Poet is a madman lost in adventure."
    -Paul Verlaine-

    "With me poetry has not been a purpose, but a passion."
    -Edgar Poe-
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