Literature
Another Poetic Tragedy
I do not know what is behind this door,
scared to look at what's on the other side,
so I can see, my eyes are open wide,
there's no feeling because my heart is sore,
stitched up messily after it was tore,
now this is just another way to hide,
this is just another time I have lied,
now this has to be it, and nothing more.
I'm so scared of not knowing what I'll find,
but I need to know what's going on,
I open the door to discover fate,
fear takes over my weak and tired mind,
and after that I'll be forever gone,
this has come to me a second to late.