Iron Door

Iron Door

A Poem by Matthew C Hunt

An iron door I imagine. Locked and mighty. Holding within the crying fire. So shall it burn. Neither fuel nor extinguish I will. Let us see if it breaks down the prison, coming after me. I shall then sink to the sea, and if tempest waves brought me here they'll bring me back. (Out of fear.)

© 2015 Matthew C Hunt


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Added on February 10, 2015
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Matthew C Hunt
Matthew C Hunt

NC



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