Cellar Door

Cellar Door

A Poem by KGV

Ok. The "inspiration" for this is kind of strange. I was watching one of my friends get stoned on his webcam on night and I noticed a large white door behind him. Seeing as I've never been to his house, I had no idea where it led to. So I asked


Cellar Door

I see that door, where does it lead?
Off white adorned with small window panes.
I'm a soul of an earlier age. Why am I here now?
This cluttered mess is halting my sleep.
Centuries ago I was a many vibrant spirit.
Now I carry the weight of the world.
And if he's gone, where does that leave me?
I was told a cream-coloured door opens up a safe haven.
All it seems to be is a storage cellar called my heart.
What happened? When did I unleash my ultimate devil?
More questions than answers; I can't drift off.
Strips of my hair entwine my fingers. There's no pain.
My bitter insomnia is driving me mad.
I'm aware that this story will end on a down note.
If only I could find paper and a pen..

-the Kate Vegas

September 24, 2007




©Kate Vegas



© 2008 KGV

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Mm...kind of mysterious in tone. I like that. I think maybe the flow could be improved upon, but otherwise, it's a very well written poem. good job

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Added on August 20, 2008



Huntsville, AL

My name is Kate. I'm 20 years old & live in northern Alabama, but am a native of New Iberia, Louisiana. I've been writing for ten years. I've dabbled in fanfictions and sometimes still write them, but.. more..

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