When the World Is Out of Order

I keep knocking but there's no answer.

Over and over I pound on its door,

But all I recieve is silence.

Sometimes it feels like it only opens to others

Without them even having to knock,

It welcomes them in, and offers them a cup of tea.

I'm left waiting in the rusted corner

Waiting for a turn I was never promised.

Like searching for answers for an undefined problem.

Like sitting in a patient waiting room for hours and hours, to find out

There is no doctor.

Doubts and worries surround me like grey fog.

Am I even supposed to be here?

More

Silence

Neglect

Darkness.

That's how it feels sometimes,

When life doesn't answer,

When the universe doesn't work the way it ought to,

The world seems to be out of order.

And no one knows where the repairman is.

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