this is a poem i wrote about finding something i've been looking for my entire life in a spot that i never thought to look until i almost gave up and wasted my life and money on hookers and alcohol
among the many doors in the hall
some locked, some unchecked
among the many doors in the hall
i found one hidden behind a bookcase
as i explored behind many doors
i found that i did not like those rooms
filled with the aroma of impurity and decay
i shut the door faster than i opened
many times i've checked rooms
who's doors are appealing
those are the rooms with the vile stench
never judge a book by its cover
but this room behind the bookcase
the grass is greener than what i've seen
filled with an aroma and purity
that i've only seen in my dreams
i never once thought to check the bookcase
i never thought until i lost hope
lost hope of finding a welcoming home
a home where i can be safe
i got a look at the room behind the bookcase
after awhile i was asked to leave
told to come back later
so the room can prepare itself for me
