Poetry Drafts / 28 March 2022

Doors

There were doors, a selection
Of gilded handles; seeping
Sordid light and flickering candles.
I chose and chose but in the end
The bitter end came biting back:
The chosen one –
Locked.

About The Author

Hayden Veil

In an earlier incarnation, Hayden Veil enjoyed a successful career in software engineering, writing late-night poetry in pursuit of sanity. On 2 February 2020, the world of Hayden Veil changed: Ghosts became real and with its soul laid bare there was no turning back from the perpetual path of poetry.