Doors to Nowhere

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.