The first door is open
It's someone I do not know
I cannot make out the memory of my abduction
I'm looking at the last door too
The last door is right next to me, as an immediate want
Starts from the secret shadow of the occupancy
A closed room for every open room, serried steps, and no stairs
Lights carry the pain forward step-by-step
Carrying life as it's the last gully
Like a cold ally, hunger goes from door to door
I realize I'm out before I've reached home
Simply following the warmth of light and living humanly
Missing home and carrying advances to forward promises
The last door opens to those who are waiting, like a mother I once remember