The Slatted Door

[Filíocht]

I think you could have given this more of a punch - the 'concept' that is - with a (better?) choice of words, maybe different? simply as regards the whole 'slatted door' idea. If there's anything behind it besides lost hope I can't see it. Maybe open the slats another bit. Also the meter seems strained at times with longer and shorter lines - I like the rhyming scheme too & especially the last stanza "I walk, and know that love could never save.
The dreadful room is empty, after all.
I dimly hear its voiceless, luring call…
the sound of nothingness – the thing I crave."
- regards