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,

and

endless days restlessly waiting.

Waiting for Hope.

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