Always an Arms Length Away

The doorbell still rings in my ears

My knuckles still raw from knocking

I wait here solemnly outside your door

Praying you grant me access

Your heart remains locked and chained

Your soul is void of proceeding footprints

Yet I packed my bag for this journey

The day that I met you

The guards at your door never tire

The key is always lost in a pile

I dig around aimlessly, Please let me in

Give me a chance to be your solace

Reviews

[KurKota]

This is powerful in its expression of the feeling of rejection from someone that one loves and want to be part of their life, but due to their own battles cannot "let you in".......in spite of your endlessly ringing the bell, and making your knuckles raw from effort. Exquisite expression !!

[poison&kerosene]

It is very painful for both parties unfortunately. Being closed off from emotion creates loneliness and for the person begging to be let in it creates frustration and a longing to help heal the person. Thank you!

[KurKota]

You expressed that conflict very well in this writing.

[Mr. D]

It's a good read, but keeping your heart chained up is a good idea. Keeps people from getting in and screwing you over.

[poison&kerosene]

I respectfully disagree. I will always be the person who wears their heart on their sleeve. I am tenderhearted and will not let the world harden me. I have been hurt many times but I feel more sorry for the people who isolate themselves from raw connection. Life is about that connection.

[Mr. D]

Than I suppose my life will always be empty. I refuse to connect with people emotionally. Each time I tried to do so, I was screwed over or had it thrown back in my face. But if you refuse to do that, you'd better be ready to handle the pain that comes with it. That's all I can say.

[poison&kerosene]

My poetry tells stories of the people who have hurt me. Believe me when I say I am not naive. I have been screwed over and toyed with. I refuse to let them change who I am. The pain they inflicted on me is a reflection of their character not mine.

[poison&kerosene]

There are good people out there. Love hurts. People hurt. Don't let other people dictate how much you allow yourself to feel. Let them be troubled. Live your life despite them.

[Mr. D]

No, there are no good people out there. I've yet to meet one. But I'll leave it at that. I have no desire to argue or fight with anyone today. I do enough of that elsewhere. You will not convince me, I will not convince you. Therefore, words are as useless as human relationships are.