Pacing the floor as I stare at the door for the pain is more than I can endure .
The door to freedom from this pain I wonder and want to explore .
How can it be when it remains shut and locked to the world beyond I implore .
My minds returns to this unrelenting pain wondering if the answer lies beyond that door or with in this floor  .
For once I am not sure of  what awaits me outside that door .

I hope that this urelenting pain has not turned the key and locked the door
Within my mind to all I can see beyond that door and all I have yet to explore .
Yet I stare at the floor counting my steps to unlock my mind to the beyond and freedom from this pain I have galore  .
Right now I know what is waiting outside that  door ,
the possibilities are as cold as the weather that waits to grip me , twist and tortures me even more .
For once I am not sure of what awaits me outside that door .

Are the doors that were once opened to me are they locked once more ?
That is what I see within this floor .
If i get beyond the door will I be able or sore ?
Will my arms and hands a part of what holds me back or what I wished for
Are pills for me ? I am waiting to see if that's outside my door for me to be free .
For once I am not sure of what awaits me outside that door