Locked Door
Frightened from the realization that this was the end, I
In an attempt to escape from the blinding truth, to assure
Myself and the anxious you
Across the door, that death
Was never an option and will
Forever an indefinite wait,
I clung to my keys, frantically evading death.
By the wooden door, through the narrow, slitted, chas
-m, I drove the key towards the metal la
-tch, applying pressure, while pilot
-ing the latch towards its miniscule crevice. Exerting the last of
My energy, I wished this would be the last time.
– Richard Wan
From To the Young Who Want to Die by Gwendolyn Brooks
I
Assure
You
Death
Will
Wait
Death
Has
A
Lot
Of
Time