Doors
By
Gabe Sauers
lets go into this hallway of doors watchout for holes in the floors
hanging nails are numbers on doors half of a six and an upside down
three but the outside isnt
important its not what we've come for what we've come for is inside.
inside number eight there used to be a little girl went to school half
a block away she was an artist
but her world was gray she grew up and she moved away dropped out of
highschool tried drugs just too be cool now she lives on the street and
behind this door there
are shattered dreams and missing thoughts lets move down the hall way
and try another door behind the plastic black eleven used to be a
little boy he brought his
mother unparalelled joy to all he knew he was a good little boy he
turned thirteen and he joined a gang wanted to be a doctor to help
others now he cant even help
himself and behind this door are faded memories and tainted joys lets
move down the hallway and try another door her lived a young man his
family sold everything to
get him to college he never made it too the first day hit by a stray
bullet in a gang fight he died on his way too the hospital crying for
his family and behind this door is
great potential the world never saw and altered realitys lets move down
the hallway and try another door broken windows dusty floors views of
the past spray painted
pictures and bullet holes uf you waste your life you'll never know what
could have been was that your destiny too live in misery everyone can
be something stay clean
and try to make it through each day
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