The Door Closes on Time

The door closes on time
Do not hinge on the turn
The face of anger attests
To the vague notions of guilt

Assuage not the anger
It will sate not the appetite of need
Social convulsions bear fruit
Thus labour be forced in thy course

The step into shadow
Is the guide to light
Cast upon the verbose legality
To wage war on youth's plight

Thy body is shield
But no sword in hand for thee
Yet the innocence of dawn reminds
To open the door and see

I wrote this very quickly, just a matter of hours after being assaulted by a service user, who decided to utilise a door in the process