Don't let the wonder die
Location
In a house of many rooms,
There is one beyond compare.
If you go down the winding hallway,
At the top of the stairs.
The room is so small and quaint,
It also could use a bit of paint.
In this room there are marvelous wonders,
Like under the bed and covers.
There is one thing that trumps it all,
A door in the back all alone.
Its chrome knob burns to the touch,
My grandma said its evil.
Its color is like blackcurrant jam,
And the scratch marks give a sense of fear.
There is a hole at the top so high,
You would need stilettos about eight inches high.
The door is so majestic in size,
But you can only see the beauty behind small eyes.
When you become older the wonder dies,
In a sense I feel the door is protecting me.
It shelters me from all misery.
It holds all the pain inside,
And if you ever see it open you know it’s alive.
But know the door stands alone,
Holding its secrets for someone unknown.