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?
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