A Knock

A knock at the door when you're home alone....

The sun

It was my greatest firend

My hope

My light

Here without it

I can't see

Without it's warmth

I shiver

Now I'm alone

Not even the moon wants me

The stars too,

All have vanished

Now I listen

For I hear someone

They are coming close

Right outside my door

A knock, then two

I say nothing

Another Knock

Louder and Harder

Then I realize

I was alone

No one was home

Then I heard the Knock again

I would scream

But Who would hear?

Or worse,

What would hear?

Reviews

[Dahlia Phoenix]

Strange this poem was. I don't know what to say but it questions if one wanted to hear those knocks or they really were there? Insanity is a great enemy when it comes to loneliness.