passageways to an untold story

Faded footsteps echo me
My heart beats imperfectly
With the sudden beads of sweat
Copper handle, my hand is set1

My hand on the door
I’m aware of nothing more
Power to control the worlds
Lurked beyond, remained unfurled2

Its shadow contained its wonders
Mesmerizing me like thunder
The mirror across the hall from me
Will tell the future carefully3

A tale told not long ago
Of doors and knobs to undergo
Things that are and shouldn’t be
But sit in reality truthfully4

Hesitantly I touch the knob
And mimic the mirror’s history throb
I open the door, releasing time
At the sound of the harmless wind chime5

For time no longer truly exists
When knobs replace the clocks on wrists
Rooms where thousands of doors are mistaken
Transforming butterflies now awaken

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just something about things i cant explain...

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  • XVelveTxRaiNxDropSx
    August 16
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    gREAAAAAAT poem!! I think that what you wanted to express in your poem really was expressed. Good job; a very wonderful poem that unleashes the mind!! Btw, I also love the language you used!
    Good Luck with the contest.
    I'd appreciate it if you check out my poems and tell me what you think.