Blink

Dissolve these bones,
which have no use,
For I am alone, I am homeless,
I'm the one who is refused.

Shallow questions need no answers,
No one wants this, so they ignore,
Hidden under the dirt,
Lie secret doors.

So, I draw the clues,
I draw the red line,
Hoping for a wiseman or a fool,
To see not all is fine.