Knocking

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They would come
An incessant knocking at the door
At the edges of my mind
I would scream no more

They crept into the darkest corners
Emerging into the light
They would never stop
Come day or come night

They had come my way
When Life had directed them to me
Right after I had knocked at Deaths door
Who had almost given me a key

They would come back more and more
As the years passed me by
I continued to visit Death
Only Life truly knew why

Life had one day decided
To test how much of Them I could bear
And once again I visited Death
Thinking he might give me permanent residence there

Death had decided against it
But They had come back full force
Holding me tight and firm
Their grip rough and coarse

They had began to affect me deeply
And to Life I wanted to say
"I have had enough
It's time we part ways"

I had considered Deaths offer
And wondered about the world behind
And though Deaths offer seemed tempting
I had to decline

I can still feel Them knocking
Never losing stride
I know that someday soon
From Them I may no longer be able to hide

They continue with Their incessant knocking
At the shattered edges of my mind
Knocking knocking knocking
Telling me Life is unkind

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