O' Henrys doors awaits espy,
My captors will of dare.
For me to choose and dwell a lie
The cost my soul, in fare.
I stand and hear the tigers cry
Torment lies in its farewell.
Will I live or will I die,
Heavens there, but so is hell.
Is love behind O' Henrys door?
Or is there something wrong with or?
this is quite a cryptic, deep poem here SY-guy...
reads like a confession of sorts ...
me thinks it hold much between the lines as well.
>Heavens there, but so is hell.<
what an amazing line that one is...truly
life's hardest questions and a catch 22 along side.
it aint easy is it, my poetic friend...I know.
excellent writing SY-gator, later jm
Some things cannot be explained by verses that rhyme,
They are not measured by the commitment of time.
Some emotions run too deep to be described by words,
Forgiveness and understanding-remain the most beautiful words ever heard.
"What the caterpillar calls the end ...
The world calls a butterfly"
~Lao Tze Tao~
~Butterflies are meant to be free~