Behind Closed Doors Poem by (TPAC) Alexander Coppedge

Any closed door tightly shut can hold numerous secrets, retaining various items within it to explore: detailing perhaps the opposite to this thoughtfully suggested idea, holding nothing inside at all.

A closed door might open to a room that's totally empty; it releases one's imagination, having space yielding it to all kinds of things that can be done within probabilities: roaming views which occupy the mind with thoughts, filling its areas.

A door closed can surprise you with many hidden wonders, forgotten dreams capturing moments of your past, giving thoughts to ponder: lost memories which have long gone pertaining to loved ones, refreshing of their passage from life.

A closed door can provide a state of solid solitude and relaxing comfort, giving tired individuals moments for a dramatic break apart from daily norms, allowing them a place of quiet, a haven to sleep.

A door that's closed can seal in its prisoners, holding in any confused soul, withdrawing them to a limited space to roam in: assuring their and your complete safety of themselves like others.

One must be totally careful when confronting any closed door, being all prepared and very cautious of anything; twisting each click slowly opening: and peeping cautiously, peering within to consider what's really inside.