Locked doors
and tightly shut windows
are earnest
in their attempt
to trap you within the shadows.

The brick walls
only get stronger
that are held in place
by your envy.

Until you hear a tapping.
Love knocks at your life;
and it is only
immensity that is left
to clear the cobwebs,
to sing life back into the house,
dancing in the darkness.

But can these
blood-painted lips then say
"I did my best"
or do they cry out
to the stranger at the door
"why must you chose me for your loving?"