It Never Really Happens Poem by ANDREW CULJAK

THE TELEPHONE RINGS BUT I WON'T ANSWER
THERE'S TOO MANY THINGS I DO NOT RECALL
KEEP SEEING YOUR FACE INSIDE THE RAIN THAT SPLASHES ON MY WINDOW
I DROVE ALL NIGHT TO WATCH THE STARLIGHT FLICKERING ON THE ROAD

WE SAID SO MANY THINGS THAT HAD NO MEANING
WE GAVE OURSELVES WITH NOTHING TO GIVE AT ALL
IN TORTURED ECSTASY WE DANCED FOR RITUALISTIC REASONS
WE WAITED IN SECRET SILENCE PUSHING BOTH OF US TO FALL

I THOUGHT I KNEW YOU KNEW ME, BUT IT NEVER REALLY HAPPENS

AN OPEN DOOR THAT LEADS INTO THE DARKNESS
HE STARES INTO A VOID THAT'S HELD HIM CLOSE
BEEN BROKEN SO MANY TIMES FROM DEMONS WRAPPING THEIR ARMS AROUND HIM
HE TURNS AWAY FROM WATCHFUL EYES HIS HUNGER SEEMS TO GROW

BEEN WAITING INSIDE HIS PAIN THAT'S LIKE A FORTRESS
FOR SOMEONE TO BREAK THE WALLS AND SET HIM FREE
THE TINIEST OF GESTURES CAN REDEEM A FALLEN ANGEL
HE REACHES OUT TO ONE WHO PASSES MUCH TO BLIND TO SEE

I THOUGHT I KNEW HIS HUMANITY, BUT IT NEVER REALLY HAPPENS

A FIRE BLAZES RAGING THROUGH ALL REASON
OPINIONS AND BELIEFS HELD ONE THE SAME
HE GIVES INTO HIS SELFISH INDIGNATION AND FEELS RIGHTEOUS
A SMILE PLAYS OUT UPON HIS LIPS AS HE TAKES CAREFUL AIM

THE FACES CHANGE THE CAUSE WITH EVERY SEASON
AND HISTORY IS EASILY IGNORED
SURVIVAL, GOD, OR DEVIL MAYBE POLITICS THAT MOVES US
IT ALL REMAINS A HATRED THAT'S INSPIRED US TO MORE.

I THOUGHT I KNEW THE WAY THE WORLD SHOULD BE, BUT IT NEVER REALLY HAPPENS.