![]() I'll Keep on Knocking!A Poem by Bidu IbrahimI’ve lost count of the times I’ve knocked at your door. My fist has gone numb from the effort And my bones are now buddies with the cold. I’ve lost count of the hours I’ve stood wondering When the door would creak open Bringing the torturous wait to an end. People pass by wondering Whether what I’m pursuing Is worth the effort and trouble. My voice’s been reduced to a whisper The bellow’s now gone The repetition having taken its toll. I’m not anywhere near leaving I’ve chosen to stand Until I stop breathing, I refuse to look back Leave alone step back. I don’t care if there’s no space I’ll be contented standing in the doorway, Won’t mind crawling into the closet, No matter how tiny the space. I’ll hang from the ceiling like a bat If there’s no other place I swear! I will die with a smile on my face Knowing I’ve had a glimpse into your heart Until then I will keep on knocking And you should know ain’t joking © 2012 Bidu IbrahimAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on April 18, 2012 Last Updated on April 18, 2012 Author![]() Bidu IbrahimMerti , Isiolo, KenyaAboutI enjoy reading and writing poems. My poetry is my journey... Come join me! more..Writing
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