Doors
All I ever do is sit motionless, harmless, and soundless
Yet all these people do is bang on me, twist my hands to painful degrees and slam me shut
Sometimes they freeze me by twisting a gadget above my hand and the only way to free me is within the power of a slender metal object
They insert this object right into my hand (without permission) and turn it
This of course is followed by a sensation of freedom
I’ve heard stories though of my friends being attacked and smashed by cloaked people
The people take stuff without permission and always raise a loud whining sound from a machine near me
Apparently they sometimes stick mini slots on me for little hairballs to run in and out of
It disgusts me
At least when I need a bath I'm carefully soaked and scrubbed
4 comments:
ERIC
i feel the meaning of the poem. Youm really became a door, it's deep.
Good Lines are:
"twist my hands tp painful degrees"
and the only way to free me is with a slender metal object"
maybe explain more about about the last line, his bath??
o they're washing his windows :)
tHats really good it feels cool when you talk in a dorrs perspective I like the line when i take my bath.
Thats a good idea refering window cleaning to a bath
reid
I think the poem is agoood perspective tho i felt in last line it looses the feel that i felt its overal really great
reid
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