when these open doors were open-ended

Do I hear twenty-one whispered reminders of the hours, days, months wasted?
Do I hear twenty-one agonized shouts of despair from those who during those hours, days, months never did anything wrong?
Do I hear twenty-one resentful sighs of defeat that echoed throughout those blurry hours, days, months and resonated in the eardrums of our dreams for years afterwards?

Do I hear twenty-one, twenty-one, twenty-one?