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looking
      through   the
      keyhole of a door,
     we'll get a rough
       idea of what's
        inside,
        So do
       I
         want
        to
        look
        at
          one's
           mind
              through
          ­ a key
            hole..
Tough to know,of what's inside the mind...
Poetic T Aug 2019
I saw the sunrise through a keyhole,
      opening every possibility to

a new day.


Unlocking the potential
                                           of what opened
                                                   before me.


Remember its to the door that yearns forward,

                            but the keyhole.


Opening new possibilities that were once locked,
                                                         ­               before you.


Always look though keyholes at sunrise,
                        for they show you the possibility of





                                     what can be unlocked.
Pauline Morris Mar 2016
They're rapping at my window, howling at my door
They're clawing at my carpet, banging on my walls
They're rattling my door ****, flickering my lights
They're looking thru the key hole, shouting thru the cracks

They're crashing thru my window, breaking down my door
They're tearing up the carpet, knocking down my walls
They're ripping off my door ****, busting all my bulbs
They're coming thru the keyhole, screaming by my head

They're entering my mind, there's nothing I can do
They're crawling into my fleash, controlling my every move
They're examining all my fears, making sure they all come true
They've finally taken over, now I truly am insane
Amitav Radiance May 2015
Looking through a keyhole
World becomes smaller
A constricted view of the world
Lost the key somewhere
All the keys are redundant now
Within the four walls
Life revolves around the mundane
Only window to the world
Now hazy with perceptions
Now there is only one way
To look at the world
Holed up within the premises
But only to look though a keyhole
Locked inside aspirations
Never will the key be found

— The End —