The Unmet Bell

The bell rang to signal the call—
But nobody came to the hall.
The promise had failed,
The expectation sailed,
And the desk was left empty through fall.

It rang for a request coming through—
That never had anything to do.
The bell tolled alone,
The desk sat stone-cold,
And expectations just fell into blue.

The bell sounds in silence each night
For promises fading from sight.
No answer at all,
No response to the call,
Just the bell marking what isn’t right.

A promise had failed—not yet made—
The expectation decided to fade.
The bell rang too soon,
The hope left the room,
And tomorrow just won’t ever aid.

The bell finished ringing with care,
Left the desk in its seat unaware.
The space sat so still,
Nobody to fill,
The promise remained nowhere there.

The dashboard that monitors dreams
Is full of red failures and screams.
The bell rang that night
For green lights not bright,
And the promise was split at the seams.

Where responses are always supposed,
The Unmet Bell hovered and posed.
It lingers and waits
For the promise that fates
Never delivered—now nobody knows.

The old promise dashboard was removed,
Its green lights completely disproved.
The bell stayed behind,
Ringing in an unkind
Way, marking what never improved.