The ones who seek to find
Will wonder when the hour comes
Why the doors were closed
Turned away to emptiness
as the dawn emerges from the gloom
lone figures run the horizon
heralds of hope, of rebirth
to chase away the fears of the night.
and children nestle against parents
whose arms shield them
from dangers real and imagined
their own fears long realised.
and the ones who sought
will ask beyond the said hour
had the doors been opened
theirs would be paradise, not torment.
Morpethroad 
Excellent poem. Especially loved the line “their own fears long realised.” Love this.
Thank you Cubby that’s a lovely comment. Thank you for reading my work.
A beautiful poem Michael. You should post poetry more often!
Thank you Gabriella, this one just sort of happened, glad you enjoyed it. I will, 13 is not the number I would like to finish on…lol
I am glad! 🙂
I really like this poem…..I still do not know why all your stuff does not show up in my feed.
Thank you Miss BA, I am flattered as always.
And you are still green blocks lol
AHHHHHHHHHHH……frustrating…..
now you are a blank mystery lol
The picture is unique, you have painted with words your image to match.
Thanks RM it was an effort to complete this one.
hmmm I gathered…
it looks it eh?