Elucidating Questions

It hurts, this constant loneliness, it’s the neverending tick of the clock that goes by.

Reaching out gets harder as years go by and the scars are still fresh.

I gave my everything and it was laughed off, I tried to show my love silently and it was overlooked.

Forgiveness isn’t part of the story, it never even occurred that it would be needed.

This forever waiting with open doors, people come and go,

As they do.

The disappointed idealist peering out into the world that is,

Becomes a cynic who can’t find a way out.

The sounds of a dream that doesn’t come true, the sounds of a dream that did.

This strange warmth, doesn’t have an answer.

What door to go through which keys on the ring will open it?

As the birds fly by, and the door inches open,

Who will answer my call?