Nowhere Doors
Delirious hands clasped each other.
The lightning thundered and the thunder roared.
Knots of dislike began to form.
The slippery road of opaque, pink paint led the way.
The doors that led to nowhere opened for us.

Freaks of nature, clowns and fools happily disappeared.
The sleeping tress surrounding couldn't subdue their fear.
Willowy branches swung and a young child cried.
The doors that led to nowhere gestured to us.

The dripping of ink and wax sounded.
We had no choice; we were surrounded.
Comatose leaves fell to the floor.
The doors that led to nowhere beckoned to us.

Trilly voices told us to stay awake.
Wooden gondolas lay upon a glimmering lake.
Water flew and candles burned.
The doors that led to nowhere laughed at us.

I stood upon a rocky shore.
Chimes sounded and empty bottles clinked.
The cool rain soothed my wind-worn cheeks.
The doors that led to nowhere welcomed us.


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Synopsis
"When one door is closed, don't you know, another one is open."--Bob Marley
A Word from the Writer
Opportunities come and go like youth and childhood. Intricately carved doors close before they should. Trivial frivolities quickly vanish from the mind. Solving these problems is harder this time.
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