KNOCK AT THE DOOR

A knock sounds at my door. 

In breathless anticipation,

I run with all haste

to open the door. 

Mind reeling

and heart pumping,

I offer a brief prayer

before I open the door.

Please,

please, PLEASE

let it be death!!?  

Let the taker of life

await me

on that other side

of the door?

May the blessed peace

of death,

at long last

be mine?

Slowly,

the door swings open,

only to reveal

my old friend misery

and I stand aside

to usher him in. 

A sigh escapes my lungs,

but was birthed

from somewhere

deep within my soul.

With my familiar

old friend

misery,

I sit and wait

longingly

for the next knock

at my door

and pray

that death will find its way

to me soon. 

Another knock

echoes against the walls

of our silence,

and once again

I race to the door.

Maybe,

at long last,

the sweet release

of death

has come to

liberate me! 

I throw open

the door,

to reveal no one,

but my old nemesis

pain,

and I move aside

to allow him in.

Sitting,

waiting,

hoping

and praying. 

When,

oh when,

will come the next

knock at my door. 

And so go

the days of my life......

©2007 J.L. Day