Excellent I saw the pain decide for you... Silent Witness by Y. M. Roger      Behind The Door Contest Winner

I peered at you       from behind the door   You, at whom they’d laughed       and called a whore               Behind that veil             Your skin so pale   As white sands along       the sandy shore...     I saw as the tears       fell from your eyes   Hurt from their       accusations and lies               It was no joke            And your heart broke   As pain was reflected       in your guise...     But then I watched       your defiance soar   A choice of red silk       for your encore               You’re dressed to kill            And I felt the chill   As your anger rushed past       my hiding door. . .   Writing Prompt Write a poem that describes what is behind the door. Any type of poetry welcomed. Behind The Door Contest Winner

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