Someday a door may close,

I mean, angrily slam in your face, close

Your nose will feel that itch, expectant of pain

Your body tensing,

Your eyes squinting shut,

Bracing.

Here the doors have no names,

The paths laid out before you have no way,

Sprawling this way, that-a-way, every which way,

The halls of eternity remain the same,

But once you move forward you can never return.

Endless slamming,

endless maze,

endless regret,

endless shame,

Relentless voices call your name,

But is it yours, or a name long lost behind a door.

I have long had that persistent itch,

Long wandered these halls

Lost souls wander in search of greater things.

The doors that close forge me a path

Amid this disorder.

Perhaps the key is to follow

The flow of order,

And not stick my nose

Where it’s bound to be crushed.