The Crack In The Door
That crack in the door
I’ve seen it before
In fact
Its there everyday
So dark and deep
I should know it
completely
I just want it to go away
I sleep now at night
With one eye open
Pondering
what’s beyond in the door
I hear all the thumping
The grumbling
The bumping
The whispers
The tapping
The constant rap rapping
I just wonder who
Who is behind this
What do they see
When they’re looking at me?
I wake in the morning
No shower for days
Not even a shave I can do
I sit in my chair
Always aware
that the crack in the door
Is still there
I lost my job
My wife has left
It has something to do
With the crack I bet
I need the courage
The courage to merge
Up next to the crack in the door
I slowly start walking
The voices are mocking
“You’ll never know what we’re here for!”
I pick up the poker
And get even closer
To the door with a G*d awful crack
2007-08-25
14:25:09
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I raise up the tool
To plunge it straight through
With one horrendous whack
Though something to ponder
As I step back and wonder
Why it seems so familiar to me
Removing the poker
While feeling “The Joker”
Were now two cracks to be seen?
2007-08-25
14:25:41 ·
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