Gateways of Life

Doors open and closing,
Slamming and creaking,
Many are open,
Many are shut,
Some half open,
Lights off and light on,
Wood, glass, and metal,
White, black, grey, and other colors,
So many colors it’s frightening,
I pass by them,
Walking by peering in to them,
Looking through keyholes,
I pass them by,
One by one,
Each room different from the previous,
One catches my eye,
It’s wide open,
Lights are flickering,
I walk in,
I look around,
I decide to stay a while,
I hop in a chair,
Begin to get cozy in the room,
I start to let loose and be me,
I’m liking the looks of it and how it feels,
Then all the sudden the lights shut off,
The chair beneath me breaks,
I get up and run out of the room,
The door slams behind me,
I turn back to it and look at it,
It’s an odd colored door,
Different from the others,
It cracks open a bit,
Lights are half on and still flickering,
I move to go inside,
The door is stuck at a crack,
I can’t budge it,
I look around, everything is the same,
Door swinging open and closed,
But this door is the only different one,
The only one at a crack,
I continue to push,
I hope that it opens again,
I struggle futilely,
And I won’t give up trying to open it again,
As long as there’s a crack it can still be opened.
©2004-2010 ~Hakarune

About Hakarune

Trying live life on my terms now I love to travel and have been to a lot of the US, and want to see the whole world and learn every language I can.... I love humor and sarcasm and use them both all the time, to the point where some people hate me for it, but as they say "Like Father Like Son." My dad is awesome and I love him, I missed not having him around when I was growing up, but now I'm making up for lost time. My dad is like my best friend and is like me, just older and not as hansom. Though I've been called worse than him cause I don't filter what I say (at all) and I'm blunt, honest, and speak exactly what I think as well as am a sarcastic ass to the point of occasionally offending people without meaning to, but that's life. Live it and get over it, and make the best of what time you got, don't sweat the small things. View all posts by Hakarune

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