The door

Deep within ones soul, a door it seems
But not necessarily of hopes and dreams
A lock with no key to be found
Futile and hopelessly bound
This  place of darkest dark and saddest sad
Not so very good, mostly bad
At least for you in this hidden place
No one needs to see your truly face
This Crumbling countenance of flaking plaster
Desperately pushing it back only makes it crumble faster
This place with no key and hopelessly bound
Where you hide…mouth wide open not making a sound….