There’s a doorway where I live;
A portal to worlds undiscovered,
Unpolluted by the suffocating stagnant air
That circles and loops back over
Like laces, to tether souls inside
It’s oppressive and liberating grasp.
Held tight inside
By the arms of an introverted escapism;
Holding back nemeses
There’s a doorway where I stay;
A portal to lands free and far,
Resistant to the oppressive atmosphere within
That forms like a noose
To hang framed and faded portraits
Of journeys never undertaken.
Steadfast its resolve
To hold me in place in hopeless inaction;
To dampen ambition
Flared only outwith.
There’s a doorway where I lay;
What lies beyond, I cannot say:
Fantasy folded, fractures of futures twisted
Into infinity – branches of possibility
Left to rot, unnurtured or ignored;
At least in solitude, I’ll always be adored.