{"id":1632,"date":"2021-01-14T10:47:46","date_gmt":"2021-01-14T10:47:46","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blogs.glowscotland.org.uk\/pk\/poetryforall\/?page_id=1632"},"modified":"2021-01-15T20:14:28","modified_gmt":"2021-01-15T20:14:28","slug":"behind-the-door","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/blogs.glowscotland.org.uk\/pk\/poetryforall\/the-magic-box\/behind-the-door\/","title":{"rendered":"Behind The Door"},"content":{"rendered":"

I opened the magical door and felt a warm breeze blow softly through my hair,
\nsaw a gaping hole inches in front of my feet, it pulls me in.<\/p>\n

I fall.<\/p>\n

I opened the magical door and tasted hurt, tasted laughter and tasted anxiety,
\nAnd smelt the fresh scent of tropical flowers, blooming.<\/p>\n

I heard screams of joy and pain;
\nI walk through not knowing what to expect.
\nI opened the magical door and saw a world crumbling and decaying at my feet.<\/p>\n

Animals fleeing and screeching as gas filled the air with poison and spreading them dead on the ground as the gas
\nwashed through their lungs.<\/p>\n

This could be our future.<\/p>\n

Reality is slipping away from me as I go through the door into other dimensions and other worlds.<\/p>\n

But I can\u2019t go back.<\/p>\n

By Maisie<\/p>\n