20 minute poem

I wander the silent house at night
my feet cold upon the floor
the darkness presses against my sight
I come to an old wood door

What secrets do you hold?
do I really want to know?
will I really be so bold?
yes, I will, please do show

I wander the silent house at night
the only door my imagination
against desire will I fight?
no, I yield to temptation

I open the door

I step forth

To a new world