Poem and Image by Isabelle Sorrells
Double doors of wood and glass
Standing on the tenth floor,
Old and unused.
Chipped paint,
Cracking panes
Blocking the way to nowhere.
Or is it leading…?
An out of order sign is on the wall beside them.
A warning,
Or a rule needing to be broken?
Curiosity discovered
There are no floors in nowhere,
Only air,
With a
Very
………..Far
………………Ground
…………………………….Below.