On His Door

Knock. Knock. Knock.
I knock on his door
Begging for him to open
And let me in

Knock. Knock. Knock.
Nth time I’ve done
I’ve seen seasons come and go
I’m still knocking on his door

Maybe he’s not there
Maybe he’s somewhere
Maybe he’s busy
Maybe he’s ignored me

What am I doing?
I can’t simply give up
Knock, yet again will I
Until he opens the door for me

Knock. Knock. Knock.
It shall be my last
The door finally opens
Death has found me


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