The Door

July 12 2022; people 120

Tired and hungry, I came to the door,
Dragging the regret and sorrow that soils my past,
Lifting the knocker, I pound on the door,
Loneliness echoes throughout the house, at last,
Coming back empty, while I stare at the door,
I had journeyed so far, yet the lock was still fast,
And I turn away sad, worse than before.