Knocking on doors

The seeker
Who doesn't find.
Knocking on doors,
With no answers.
Asking for a miracle
But the prayers
Went unheard.
My way is lost.
I thought I had the key.
But then I remembered
I haven't found the door.
I thought I had you
To walk with me
But then you left me
At the eleventh hour.
In this dark,
I will grope,
Seeking,
For what,
I do not know yet.
Will the answer come
When the silver light ends
And the sun begins to shine?
Or will I remain blind
Not seeing
What might be in front of me
All this time?