The Earnest Plea of the Forgotten

Why doesn't anyone write me, today? Why didn't they, yesterday? Why won’t they, tomorrow? Why won’t you pluck up the courage to say? Why doesn't anyone look in my direction? And try to peer past the layers of shades And crane their neck until they glimpse A piece of what lies within Veiled behind a gossamer tapestries And then they can be amazed And now all else is fading fast Now they are determined to push past The walls, the illusions, the boundaries Draw back the many curtains to find Me Why doesn't anyone dare to try it anymore? Why are we content to pass every door Without even glancing in its direction Hesitating by its entrance Considering its opening? When did we stop being brave? When did you stop sharing thoughts? When did we stop bearing souls? When did you stop sending messages? When did you stop writing me? But come to think of it, Should I be asking? Did you ever even begin?