Locked Doors Forced Free

Desiring some kind of unspoken fantasy,

Destined to remain idle, for what cna be done?

 

Wretched, diseased, fangs clawing from the inside out. 

Eager to get a taste of something shiny and new. 

 

Taking a small -step, step, step- in the right direction,

or is it the wrong one?

 

Who can really know?

This all new and uncharted territory,

I am going from leaps to bounds.

 

Suddenly, falling through floors and crashing through ceilings!

It is about time to turn the tables, jump over houses, break bounds!

 

The unexplainable, suddenly explained.

Locked doors forced Free!

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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