A Knocking at my door By aldo kraas, www.PoetryPoem.com/poet11586 Unlock all Features - Upgrade to Poetry Prime
Someone knocking at my door
in the darkest of thedarkness,
something which lives to hide
from everyone except
the young,
the old,
the mad,
and anyone no one would believe.
Who would be there when nothing
is beyond my door but Nothingness?
Except possibly the reflections
in the mirror of the corner
of my eye of creatures from
under my bed and shadows
in the back of my closet
where time and space lay dead.
A whisper of my name
perhaps at the border of a dream or the Autumn wind sneering in
in the chimney flue.
A footstep on the staircase approaching yet never passing by. Maybe.
Fear is my shepherd,
I shall not want.
She leads me beside
troubled waters and shows
to me their killing rage.
Surely, fear and loathing
will follow me all of my days
restoring my Humanity
from the blinding propaganda
of the brightness of day.
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