Someone Knocking

I dreamt I heard something

someone knocking,

but I can never find the right door.

Is it Father time?

I so badly need a healing sleep.

There it is again

someone is knocking

or was it my imagination.

A shiver up my spine.

Is it the Grim Reaper

or La Calavera (Godmother Death)?

It is not my time yet, I hope.

I’m between this world and the next

and I cannot find the right door.

Someone’s knocking.

I make some tea and head to bed.

Only to awaken to a knocking.

I turn the light on

and answer a door,

but there is no one there.

I call out “who is it?”

No answer.

Wrong door.

I thought it might be death.

I turn the light off,

but I cannot sleep.

more knocking

and more knocking,

but the knocking is coming from somewhere strange

from inside me

from my chest

the red door of my heart

and not yet the black door of death

calling me to do something

 “What must I do?” I ask.

Something says

“Turn the light on and write a poem.”

 

Reviews

[Petra Vlah]

I am so glad the knocking did not stop until you found the right door and wrote this amazing poem

[The Blood Poet]

The door to poetry is vital. Thank you for your review. Such an honor from such a talent.