There Is More


Behind a shut door,
Inside an empty store,
Between the pieces tore,
Beyond the pompous shore,
There is more.
Underneath the laughing roar,
Tripped out a hidden tear.
Filling up an outrageous air,
Climbing down the rusty stair.
There is more.
A heart gone sore,
Or A soul driven tour,
Eyes turned sour,
Or A ripped off core.
But still there is more.
Never left before,
Walked out the door,
Tears touched the floor,
Standing there ignore,
Memories riving galore,
Yet there will be more.

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