Knock on the door once, twice, thrice
Listen to the echoes inside bouncing back the silence
Of a thousand words left lingering behind in the hollowness.
With a heavy heart you will turn and leave
Behind all the broken memories.
Defeated by the denial of entry through this door
Into a void that once held your hopes on its wall and floor,
You walked out on the bricks and stones
That you once believed to be a home.
The candles that once flickered with life and light
Are now veiled by a shade of darkness that blinds your sight
That keeps leading you further away
To leave you astray
From this house that is now shaded in gray
With only a hint of what you have left behind-
Footsteps that reflect the turbulence in your mind
By their stubborness of never fading into the past
For they hold within them a belief of your return at last
To your true self within this temple
That is embodied by the sparks that will render
Your home back to its colors of dreams
That you have so selfishly left behind
With hesitation, but without a second look,
For the curse of denial has set in the pages of the book
That holds the words to your life
Which you have thrown out with such haste
And let the storms of your troubles take a hold
Of the sacred pen dipped in the ink of your blood
Forcing the words to be forever engraved
In your mind and in your heart,
Walking you straight to a point of no return.