Knock Knock

 

Knock knock

That dreaded sound again

the pound as it raps

tapping it's rhythm on the door frame

bony knuckles cracking to exclaim

fingers snapping

my patience sapping

eyelids doing the same

 

Knock knock

The slow thud I hear

the menacing noise I fear

round my head terrifying thoughts roam

like a phantom

complete with wretched moan

given free reign to invade my home

by the noise that comes,

in the dark, the witching hours

haunting my tired mind

daring sleep to consume me

whilst taunting ghosts roam free

 

Knock knock

Shock

my heart stops

like hands on a clock

creaking one final tic toc

then the noise erupts just on cue

as sleep starts to drift into the room

feels like I'm trapped

entombed

with the voices

crowding

and calling the tunes

 

Knock knock

My eyes wide

awake

its late

but this fear

I can't escape

this pounding in my chest

a contest

between tiredness

and anxiety

and at the moment

fear is ruining my sanity

 

 

Thanks For Reading!

Peace Love and Poetry,

 Kyle