Friday, January 25, 2013

The Cellar Door

Light went to dark when the door closed
Words raced from 50 to 100 for days
and hopes
went from 100 to 0 in seconds.

Can one be so hard, callous, and un-concerned
that one would throw away everything
for freedom from the cellar door?
Hope continues to spread beams of light
though thoughtless cracks;
Yet clouds mask the real truth.

Endless nights hearing the cellar door open and close,
endless thoughts of beaming light of hope,
endless days restlessly waiting.
Waiting for Hope.


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