Russell G. Robison

THE DOOR

There is a door inside my head
That’s simply marked No More
Just one of many rooms found
In my darkened corridor

At times I pause before it
Knowing what’s behind it to
Upon those days when I have thoughts
Of what is left to do

I’m told it’s not an answer
But I have to tell you friend
Perhaps it holds an healing
To those wounds that never mend

Each time that I walk past it
I can hear it calling me
I’m here when you are ready
And you’ve had too much to see