The Wind Through the Open Door: A Will to a Friend
March 18, 2009This is not this time.
This is long time gone.
This time he’s had enough of his world
He was searching for the truth in his actions
He was contemplating it’s again his fault
That he was right again all along
Like it did before, like it will do tomorrow
But the answer came as water to fire
It seethed only anger that made him decide
“I’ve had enough of his world.”
This time he will be crying
Like he did before
Like he never did imagine his life
For he cared only for loving the world
And receiving some loving back
He did not know the hurt that was breaking him
That he bleeds when he’d say you’re not bleeding
You feel nothing at all
Tonight, he will moved out into the open
Like a wind through the open door
Leaving into the vastness of the random world
Starting back like the steps of the unborn
After a second to forever, that door will be still
Inviting for some gale or a breeze
Or it will be closed, like he passed through it
The walls reverberate his country songs
He seals this with the mark of his death
And until he finds nothing more than himself
He will come alive and haunt him
And he will laugh
It’s time for him to laugh
He had always cried from that day on
He never seemed to notice
But he cried from that day on
9/17/08
11:55 pm
“Thanks for dropping by! 
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