Image by orb9220 via FlickrA locked doorAn end run
Around the prescribed life
To find a unique solution
Stairs lead downward
To a rattling sorrow
The marbled foyer that presents them
Teems with voices
Who lie in wait
Like me
Waiting, wondering, wishing
My mental voice echoes
Against an impatient background
Of hope
Was today the day?
In the blur of conversation
I can't remember the facts
Only the feelings
That break my heart
