Knocking On Deaths Door

by Love   Jun 14, 2017


I lie in here waiting still.
The clock ticks,
My heart beats,
My chest moves,
But, I'm dead inside.
 
I'm left with nothing.
There are only yesterdays,
That are blanketed with too many regrets,
And weighed down by too many sorrows.
The "what could-of-been, should-of-been" disease.
 
How long will my suffering go...
I'm waiting at deaths door,
Knocking ever so gently.
Delicately waiting for his arrival,
As I quietly tap my foot.
 
But that's ok, My Dear...
Go ahead and take your time.
That's all that's left on these hands anymore, anyway,
And to be quite honest with you,
I can knock all day.

(Tap, tap, tap...)
 
 
 

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  • 7 years ago

    by Ren

    This is such an excellent write and so well written! Well done!

  • 7 years ago

    by Milly Hayward

    An emotional visual piece that sucks the reader in. I felt like it was me knocking on the door

  • 7 years ago

    by Em

    Hey this is so sad but well done that I could feel the emotion, I was this person in the piece and it helps that I can relate so much to this piece that it's like a kick in the teeth.

    1) This is a really fab opening and gripped me because I have felt like this and still soon lying around, moping and though breathing I wonder why because inside I feel empty, numb even.

    2) I totally get this but we cannot let the past or the people of the last define us. I have found myself saying this all to often recently but it's so bloody true and our only regrets should be what we didn't do not what we did do imo.

    3) This got me right in the heart and snapped the strings a little.. wow.

    4) This is really powerful and tbh all we all have is time and none of us know when our time is up.

    The tap tap tap is still playing on my mind as is very significant in that you'd go today if you could because of the hand you've been dealt but staying is what will make you stronger.

    All the best,
    Em

  • 7 years ago

    by mossgirl19

    Although it's a call to death, I find this very creatively presented. The tapping of the foot signifies patience while waiting, which to me somehow means that the person is really not in the rush to die. To tell death to take its time somehow gives me a feeling that the writer still has a little will to live. It's how I see it :-). This was creatively done.

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