The Door Complete emptiness inside, no place where the child can hide. Cold, tired and beaten to the ground, he is restlessly waiting to be found. Calling out for a loving mother, whiles stuck here with the other. The rude, obscene, the cold and mean. The tall and pale circle around the scene, chanting viciously for a show more extreme. They desperately want to point and laugh, without sympathy on my behalf. My decisions are rash, and one more slash leaves just another gash, leaking into a dead man’s ash. My fate is very well known, so please let me finish this on my own. You are so anxious to see me succumb, now look at what I’ve become. I’m begging on my knees for the final decision, longing for the judge’s permission. This shield I was given is heavy and cold, apparently a weight worth of gold. “Its secrets have yet to unfold, don’t you drop it now, do as you are told!” Waiting through the day and light, dreading the night, the endless ongoing fight. What would happen if I just gave up? Would the world suddenly erupt? It doesn’t make sense, the choice is mine. This life is neither honorable nor divine, only a waste of my time. So dear judge, please let me go through the door. Let me die, so I need not die anymore.