Fake wood holding a dainty knob
Grain which dances before me
Changing as nature sees fit
It runs its course
The voices change
Shudder and shake
Rattle loose
I watch
I hear

Fury
Anger
Misundaerstanding
Accusation

It runs its course
And the second big change
Shudder and shake
Rattle loose
I watch
I hear

Pain
Anguish
Sorrow
Apology

They are together as one
It runs its course
The final big change
Shudder and shake
Rattle loose
I watch
I hear

Fury and pain
Anger and anguish
Misunderstanding and sorrow
Accusation and apology

In silence a door
Bursting from all it holds
Pale walls
Purple complexion
No door
Doorway
Stunned realization
Complete humiliation

Wood door
Gold know
Rusted hinges
Broken home

The door cannot move
Stuck
But it moves with the words
With the passion
It is everything blonde curls should never witness
It is too late to save blue eyes from the sting