Jul 2013
The white door ahead of me.
How it stands
blankly, not letting me in,
on the secrets it holds.
A fear of the unknown, of what lies behind it.
A letter to The Warden; Hell's Gatekeeper:
I am Nearing Dementia.
How it stands
blankly, not letting me in,
on the secrets it holds.
A fear of the unknown, of what lies behind it.
A letter to The Warden; Hell's Gatekeeper:
I am Nearing Dementia.
Literally staring at a white door :)
