Unstable Entrances

A doorknob that wobbles, it turns with a twitch,

secrets hidden behind it, life’s scratchy stitch.

The hallway whispers in shadows of doubt,

as if the wood knows what I dream about.

Twilight thickens, the silence amplifies,

with each little twist, a thousand goodbyes.

I linger, unsure, at this threshold of fate,

waiting for whispers that never translate.