Door to perdition

The child stared fixedly through the keyhole. It was the world that lay before him. A world that he lived and died for, but could not step in. He could never leave the door. It followed him wherever he flew. The door opened. He ceased to be a child.

echoes

Every generation – like the last one.

Every word – echoing the previous one.

All my family moving through life

in a drunken daze,

trying to lose that feeling,

trying to hold back,

trying to be like generations past.

Four brothers walking together.

Not brothers by blood,

nor by their minds.

Each a brother only

because we belong to this generation.

One stumbling around empty hallways,

not quite in his mind.

The other cheating on his mate

by taking the other’s joy.

One lost within confusion.

And me unable to see

what life is about.

Animals calling out to others-

trying to find their seekers

not for love,

not for life,

not for joy,

not to end their strife.

To each his own

but now it’s for us all-

just to belong,

just to stay,

just to feel the emptiness

within your soul

and mine

Stumbling through time,

souls overwhelmed by lust

watch with lustful eyes

the burning of their lives.

Choking on excess,

feeding off that sense of belonging