Wrong Door Poem by Gregory PierreJerome

Wrong Door

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What door is to be open
Which one of these doors are the one
what door leads to the right path
why am I so frighten
If I go in, will I be gone
did I do the right math

As I choose the Wrong door
my life now is on the floor
the juice my elders gave me are now in use
the words of the righteous are passing by
As I walk through the night, i cry
Why did I pick that door
I see drugs and alcohol
I hear many bloody waterfalls
My chance in life has come to an end
now I see and hear the advices of my friends and elders

COMMENTS OF THE POEM

When drugs walk in the door Love flies out the window Look for it, waiting, on the window sill.

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