Poetry For Fun

The Door

A gentle nock is heard throughout the night.

Like a beating heart, it is always there.

It always getting louder. It is always harder to ignore...

Like cornered prey, I can't escape the knock.

The knocking is always heard.

Only opening the door will stop the knocking.

I ignore it and block it out.

"The door will never open.

I will never leave," I tell myself.

Shattered sharp glass lines the floor.

The windows like the plumbing have broken.

Darkness continues to swallow the house

as time burns out my bulbs.

This is my house. Everything I own is here.

Everything I love is here.

"I will not open the door."

One day I was swallowed by the dark.

My house had lost the last bulb.

I stand alone with nothing left.

The day has come for me to open the door.

The booming sound can be heard for miles.

As the final sigh escapes me I open the door.