Knock, Knock

Knock, Knock,
My feet are numb.


Knock, Knock,
My hands are frozen.
My mind is wired,
My eyes blurred.


Knock, Knock,
Why doesn't he open?
Why doesn't she answer?
Why doesn't he talk?
Why doesn't she stay?


Knock, Knock,
Or he might not be home,
Or she be talking to he,
Or he on the lands far away,
Where standing on my head
She never looks down but distance.


Knock, Knock,
My eyelids drooping,
My heart halting,
My mind swolen,
My memory
Oh my memory receding,
Those would-bes are leaving.


Disillusioned, I kept knocking on the door I knew would never open.