Poem: The Door Unopened

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I’m just going to put this out there, for what it’s worth. This poem is patterned after Robert Frost’s The Road Not Taken, which you can read here.

The Door Unopened by Angel Leya

Two doors diverged in the yellowed walls,
And worried I could not go through both
And be one entrant, long I stalled
And gazed at the differences, appalled.
Soon I’d choose that which I was most.

I stepped toward one, then to the other,
Which perhaps provided the easier way.
For the scent was cleaner,
The occupants nicer,
Though in the end, I doubt I’d be okay.

Both provided a promise of relief,
Though I knew I wouldn’t find within
Relief accompanied without grief;
For the price to choose was very steep.
No matter which way, I could not win.

A person pushed past and left me stunned.
I could not enter now they had.
I turned and left both doors unopened,
And with a sigh, Nature’s Call I shunned.
How could a basic need leave one so sad?

Poem: The Door Unopened by Angel Leya | www.angeleya.com
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