Open doors

It’s the first day of the week

I haven’t eaten a thing but sleep

As I sit still with the feelings of real—-

A life that has taken its appeal

Only to plea, a sigh of glee

Escaping from the misers tomb

As thoughts keep me bound

I open my eyes to look around

A being —I’m being

the only one left within

—the room

Published by Alpha’s Poetry notes

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