Light went to dark when the door closed
Words raced from 50 to 100 for days
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.