Back Door


I am looking for a back door,

a secret passage,

to the garden of life,

the end of strife,

in a world gone mad

with disruption and disorder.

I am looking for a world

of art and beauty, music and poetry,

laughing children, dancing eyes, butterflies;

a place of grace

far from the carnival of mayhem, Macbeth, and murther.

I am looking for a childhood memory

that has been despoiled by

angry looks, harsh voices, and grabbing hands.

I am looking for that which no longer exists,

maybe never did,

but lives somewhere deep in memory.

I am looking for a smile, a kind voice,

a welcoming hand, flowers,

and a fountain in a garden.

I am looking for more than more of the same,

endless struggles, tussles,

in a world gone mad with

disruption and disorder.

I am looking for a back door,

a secret passage.
 
 
By Louis Martin