Cynthia Ferguson Poet Rhyme

The Door

I hope I am knocking on the right door
I feel I’ve been here, but I’m not sure
This blood stained door that I must knock
My fear to enter is just like yours 
I just don’t want to be here anymore
the road to heaven is a long, long walk
 
I am too scared to sleep at all this night
Out knocking on doors and looking for light
If I feel everyone’s pain, hope I got it right
I may be walking for a long time tonight
It feels to me like home, but I’m just not sure
Of the blood stained wood, of the dark, dark door

I should have let it all go so long before 
May not have been up to me, but I’m not sure
Just didn’t want to bother anyone, anymore
If I feel everyone’s pain, it was what I asked for
Hope I’m going home, but I’m just not sure
As I knock away at the bloodstained door

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Hilda Greenhough October 2, 2023 at 1:18 PM The poem was intriguing, puzzling, frightening and beautiful. It deserves 10 stars.

Funom Makama April 20, 2015 at 8:51 AM Wow! This is without a doubt a 7. I am so voracious for more of your lines right now and I definitely will come by to enjoy the bliss of your words.

Emile Pinet February 16, 2015 at 1:47 PM A well written engrossing poem filled with pain that tugs at the heart. Emile. #7 Cynthia Ferguson February 16, 2015 at 3:00 PM thank you, :)

Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty February 16, 2015 at 9:02 AM Groping...gripping...griping Cynthia .Love Why a " black sheep" ? Cynthia Ferguson February 16, 2015 at 2:59 PM the black sheep is the one no one wants,

Janet Eaton February 16, 2015 at 8:34 AM You reached the deep inner part of my heart with this poem. So very sad. Hugs to you. Janet Cynthia Ferguson February 16, 2015 at 2:57 PM I did my job then , thank you:)