My Heart's Door

My Heart's Door
 
 
The threshold has noticed its unyielding hold -
and beckons a walk away from the locks,
which binds this man to stories untold.
Yet, pounding the door in silencing knocks,
while parables sing of a soul being sold.
 
 
The terms had been set; the price has been paid.
But freedom it seems is lost but to dreams.
Forget was the barter, now living betrayed,
and numbing desires are nothing but screams,
which shout for the end of this masquerade.
 
 
And shutout the mind and always conceal,
the true inner side where memories cried -
and wept for the past becoming surreal,
in ways only known to a man who has died,
by closing the heart, not wanting to heal.
 
 
But the pain endures, the thoughts of before,
when her love was divine and endless to time.
Now always alone and forevermore -
life will be shaped by self-owned design,
hiding behind what is “my heart’s door.”
 
 
 
Kactus Berry
 
 
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