damn this noise inside my head it tells me of regret and undenialable dread in the end it will have me dead it rises now when you pass by i can not stare im so unafraid for all the power you gave you still kill me a little more i do so dislike open doors they invite worries and flurries of flight now it is swelling God hide me in your light
you know what? i have a fear of windows that sort of reminds me of the lines about the open doors. it's just so horrible to let the sun come in on tears and then taunt you. i don't know why. i really liked this poem, but then again, i've liked all your poems.