Who's There
Who whispers to me from behind my door?
If it's you my dear then please do talk talk.
I'll listen and think, I will pace this floor,
More steps, small steps, more steps to walk.
My mind is old, long gone is my quick wit,
But my ear is true, I do tell you so.
I will listen and think, now I must sit,
Still straining to hear what I cannot know.
I’m nervous, I fidget, what must it be?
Relentless the scratch that tugs at my ear
What words might they be that hold onto me?
I try, I listen, who causes such fear?
Committed, destined to days like before,
Ever to listen behind my closed door.
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