Closed doors and open hallways

My life stands at the door in wait,

waiting for a stranger,

or maybe a key.

Waiting for a window,

That might open for me.

And every little second

I pace that open floor,

is another precious second

I spend waiting at that door.

The door that left me shut outside,

the door holding mistakes that I can't hide.

The door that closed to save my life

from my own stupidity, pain and strife.

My legs are getting tired,

as everything falls to silence.

No more footsteps,

no more cries.

No more staring through a keyhole

trying to flee those goodbyes.

Because every entrance needs an exit,

and every beginning has an end.

So that new beginnings,

hearts can mend.

(@AlwaysInTheDark17)