Knock Knock
Oftentimes,
And it happens so often lately,
I catch myself staring
at the walls and the ceiling
lost somewhere in reverie,
furtively sneaking a peek at the door.
Death–
Where does it come from?
Does it need a door to come through?
Does it knock?
Or, it just appears from nowhere
like an apparition,
Does the sight of death
takes one’s breath away?
Or death comes when you’re
no longer able to breathe?
How long must I keep
my eyes glued to the door?
Has death ever tried and
failed to find the door?
O Lord, don’t let death turn away
It might only create sorrow,
It will be alright
if I don’t see tomorrow.
Whenever this mortal journey ends
and death comes smiling to the fatal door,
Let my soul contain fortitude
enough that it can so endure.
~Contest: Doors
~Sponsor: Anthony Biaanco
Copyright © Abdul Malik | Year Posted 2021
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