I heard the knock on that secret door.
I'm sure we've all heard it before,
it makes you shake in your dreams
and cry in your sleep,
that knock on that god forsaken door.
I know a woman who heard it once more,
and while she opened that door
she was no more.
I hear that knock on that god forsaken door,
but I shall only answer
if it knocks once more.
Death Knocking
I wrote this poem to get over the grief of losing someone close and dear to me and my family, you don't have to like it, just read it and you'll understand.Did you like this poem? Write one of your own!
