Behind the Doors (Poetry Under Todds Title)

[C.M.C.]

Behind the Doors
I delve into memories deep,
back to awaking from my sleep.
I call for my mother, so dear.
She said to get away from here.
I fall so far from my dark dream.
Behind doors, its not what it seems.

Back to the dream I still have fret,
I awake the next night in sweat.
I come to my mother’s room door.
She said to come closer no more.
I still wonder what it might mean.
Behind doors, its not what it seems.

I awake again the third night.
Up on my feet from visions fright.
I walk up to my mother’s embrace.
There was a man within that place.
Now I realize she was not clean.
Behind doors, its not what it seems.