Unopened

The past peeks into the present
Like a slow creak by a doorway
Completely unaware
And suddenly getting hit
With a tidal wave
Of unvisited emotions
Only to be left shattered again

Maybe with a small ray
Of hope and light
The power to close the door
Will not consume us

Maybe the hollowness
Will be filled again
When the door
Will remain unopened.
   
                           -WN

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