In the Cellar.

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!