The Door

Sweat falling.
Knuckles bloody.
Shoulders sore.
Breathing heavily.
Eyes reddening.
Voice hoarse.

Can’t open the Door.
Knocked endlessly
But no response.
Pushed mightily,
But it wouldn’t budge.
Rammed into the Door countless times,
Only leaving it dented.
Screamed to the top of my lungs,
Begging for someone to answer…
No one came.



Drop..drop
The tears hit the floor.
Missed her before she closed the Door.
Told her to leave.
But it was my breath leaving.
Was love ever in existence?
Were we just pretending?
Don’t know what to do.
Embedded in the residue.
Too scared to face the truth.
Dialed 911.
Put out an Amber Alert.
Love has been kidnapped.
Taken in night’s silence.

Set out to find her.
Wanted to find the truth,
The source of the matter.
Is it me or something else?
The former or the latter?
How can we bridge the gap?

Was told it was the latter.
So here I stand bruised and battered.
Tried to open the Door but never had the key.
Tried to breakthrough, but it was never about me.
Fought a battle I could never win.
The only victory is if she heals within.
What I thought I knew remains no more,
For it was abolished by the unopened Door.