Emotions Coming Though My Door Poem by Rebecca Stansfield

This there place for
everyone's emotions,
seems to be moving,
and coming through my door.

And this there place for,
everyone bereavement,
seems to be moving,
moving towards my door.

I once met a traveller,
who welcomed me inside,
and said he knew of,
knew of nothing more.

Nothing more but to leak,
all of his emotions,
all of his emotions,
emotions, into my door.

Arose were his hands,
from his back there,
and said;
'I can't take, any-more'

So I opened my door,
he leaked emotions,
he leaked emotions,
emotions into, my door.

He climbed inside here,
Stealing my energy,
and pumped my heart sour,
as he climbed into my door.

He said like a detective,
he always knew that,
He'd leak emotions,
leak emotions into my door.