No key.

I can knock.
But do you want to hear?
I have no key.
You have no answer.
A wooden door have I.
Offering splinters, but
No light.
And the cold floor.
Do you hear me?
I can knock.
But I don’t.
No light.
No fear.
I feel empty.
No key.
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I can knock.
But do you want to hear?
I have no key.
You have no answer.
A wooden door have I.
Offering splinters, but
No light.
And the cold floor.
Do you hear me?
I can knock.
But I don’t.
No light.
No fear.
I feel empty.
No key.
Written by gettheconcept
October 17, 2008 at 4:16 am
Posted in Poetry
Tagged with dark poetry
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