The Door

It haunts me.
In my dreams
In my mind
In my life.

The door;
Shut tight.
Yet I fear.
The sounds coming from it.

I go to open it.
An it disappears
And a moment later comes back.
Taunting me.

It is shrouded in darkness
Yet it glows like a beacon
It is a light, inside of darkness
And is made of the purest stone.

I hope that one day
I will be able to
Open the door and learn,
About the things kept secret from me.