It stands facing me,
In the cellar trapped are we..
For innumerable years (or so it seems),
That Door has haunted my dreams..
The Cellar, a reservoir of bliss,
For you know what alcohol is..
With every bottle I did empty,
I drank it and it emptied me..
But,
That Door has not had a drop,
But, that Door has not let me stop..
As I drowned my spirit, in spirit,
The Door harshly laughed, or did it?
The world took a distorted shape,
And yet this notion of an escape..
The mocking Door spawned it,
And I yearned to move beyond it..
My sight focused suddenly,
Groaning, as I battled gravity..
Having decided - "That Door must open!"
I had yelled, not spoken..
I reached it, my courage in my hand,
Grandiose thoughts, of uncharted land..
I passed! Into a room just as before,
There, I turned and cursed the damned Door!
