Submissions by Ink9

i was knocking knocking knocking
hating, upset and knocking at your door

chaotic thoughts and pain so horrible
even tortured demons ought have complained

i was knocking with my heart
pounding on your door and dying
dying on your porch, living remains

never felt so far away
everything i loved behind that door
knocking knocking knocking
indeed i did implore

caught fleeing was my will
yet flew between grasp
to still want to steal oxygen
knocking at your door

maybe my alarm is still oddly timed
maybe...