I Banged On The Door In The Middle Of The Field
By birksy
I banged on the door in the middle of the field, and I waited for an answer I thought would never come, with the sun setting west, and the mist rolling in, there was only little chance you'd get here. And I was right, for the sun saw me 'lone in the morn, the sight of it rising set ablaze my active mind, and though it never happened I dreamt that it had, perhaps that was better in the end. So I stand in the field behind this rotting door, and I daren't take the handle and twist it right, Perhaps I am wrong to wait for that answer, but there's only so many times that I'll knock. Written March 13th, 2002 © on Mar 13 2002 07:12 AM PST, Simon Birks 0 • 10
AI analysis available. Enable JavaScript to interact.
About this line
"I banged on the door in the middle of the field,..."