Walking out of the door,
But you don't realize I'm just outside,
I've learned to like it there,
Here I am gazing at the view,
My head going on with its banter,
And I wonder if you'll ever notice,
I'm right here,
I just haven't made my way quite in or out of the door frame,
And it still scares me,
That I would ever be alone,
So I'll stay right here,
Waiting how the light from inside seems to glow,
But there a black shadow of me,
And oh it reminds me,
Of what dark the night brings in,
Here I go again,
Knowing it's so close but I don't dare go in,
Because I can't quite walk in the door,
And feel okay with it just yet,
And I haven't quite asked to be forgiven,
Nor do I know if it's breaking the rules,
All I know is I am loved like this,
And isn't it funny how the dark doesn't seem to scare me when here I am,
Sitting in the door frame,
But here I am stuck and I can not get in.
-Joshua Banks JJAJ
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When Sanity is Lost
PoetryAnd I just couldn't stop, before I knew it I was picking the pen up again. My second book in process this is soon to begin editing once my last one is done. As always hope you enjoy and find my insta @these.are.true.feelings
