Door
shut the door
missing doorknob
missing locks and keys
PTSD
doesn’t come for free
for the ones who gave it to me
will have to pay
it’s like my blood
on their hands.
It’s the murdering
of a life
while
they put it in their own hands
to tear me to pieces
as if they knew me
but all they do
is misunderstand
I won’t let that stop me
from forgiving
and not holding grudges
while my fate
was re-routed
better doors opened
or were
they there all along?
(Copyright Kerrious 2016 with all rights reserved).
