The show must go on, I insist
I bought a ticket
I spent a penny, I am in for a pound
A door way manifest in corridors, lurking
Where once laid nothing, emptiness in silence
Of visions in tunnels, no light in sight
And a miracle is prayed for
Trapped like a mouse on funeral service
In a sealed hole, trench warfare
A door way manifest on corridors
Bridging gabs between two worlds
Like a wormhole, solidifying alternate universe
And I am foot in, blocking closure
The forces that be, will have to let me in
Before this door is closed , I swear
The gods must be joking
To think otherwise; I doubly swear
Believe me, to think otherwise
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Very interesting use of the prompt. Like this very much.
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An interesting ride in this one--fraught and a bit fearful--last verse left me looking over my shoulder...for ghosts, or something worse.
ReplyDeletehot dude...would love to hear this read...nice play on words, esp in that last stanza....
ReplyDeleteI never did see that movie, just his face in that doorway was enough to put me off let alone the ax...
ReplyDeleteGreat prose from you on life and being strong enough to face it.
Excellent, and totally different from everybody else's response to the prompt.
ReplyDeleteinsanely disturbing. Powerful Speaker trying to get out.
ReplyDeleteI like the last line …to think otherwise….to think otherwise.
this isn't Gerald McBoing Boing speaking, but close.
freakily good poem. thank you.
I have not seen this movie before but looking at this face should make it a fun horror show by the looks of him well done
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this is wonderful.
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