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Closed Doors

April 29, 2012
By ElizabethBlack PLATINUM, St. Louis, Missouri
ElizabethBlack PLATINUM, St. Louis, Missouri
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For some questions, there are no answers.

Everyone wants to know.
Everyone wants a reason, an answer, closure.
Afraid to ask, afraid to prod,
Afraid to admit.
To open a closed door

Shed light on a situation

Gone, forgotten


And maybe one day, we’ll know.
Maybe one day, when the rest have fallen, when we meet again
Maybe when I’m dead and gone, I’ll find you
Maybe I’ll ask you

And maybe you’ll have an answer.
Maybe we’ll go back, back to yesterday, when things were simple

Maybe it will all make sense, we’ll find our closure

Maybe you’ll tell me

But for some questions, there are just no answers.
Do you know?
Do you know yourself, why?
Because while we’re all dying to know, the secret,

What you’ve kept from us

What you’ve hidden
Maybe you were trying to figure it out too.

And when I ask you, after the last day,
After I’ve closed the door on this world
After I find you again
You’ll just look at me, and stare.
You’ll pity me, because I haven’t figured it out, the sad truth
You’ll try to break it gently, try to find the words
You’ll tell me,

“For some questions, there are no answers.”

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