MY DOOR IS OPEN.
Mister Death, where are you,
Please I ask come to my house,
The door will be open,
A fire will be lit,
Dinner will be served,
Do you want a drink?
A vodka and tomato juice, perhaps.
You dont know me, but we have met before,
It was short and you left me to soon.
I am here, I am waiting.
Where are you?
I cry,I weep,
Do you not care?
Show yourself,I am free.
Dont take the good,
Dont take the healthy,
Take me I am willing,
I am your friend.
I feel as though I am your child,
You have not showed,
Death, you are a coward
One day you will be here,
My door is open.
TODD THORNE
2/8/2000
Reason for writing:
I am Bipolar also known as manic depression.I wrote this while in a state of severe depression.
Birth sign: Aries
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