Rebuffs

A stick was supporting me,
As I limped from one door to another.
Teary eyed & hope fading away
Faster than dust could gather.

A door would open sometime
Bringing a smiling face along,
Promising to reduce my despair
Like a perfect lyrics song.

But then they drew daggers too,
Adding to the collection of scars.
They singed the most though
With tips dipped in love farce.

I limp to the next door.
Only to be spit at, pushed and cursed.
My skin would be a canvas again for more daggers
For silent tears to roll down with lips pursed.

Now I don't knock on the doors.
Neither the daggers hurt.
I just walk past homes and temples.
Covered in dust, defeat and dirt.