A knock at my door at night proves deadly.

At first the knock was faint,

I could barely hear it at all.

But slowly it grew louder,

It was making my skin crawl.

“Who is knocking at the wind?

Who is knocking in the air?

Who is knocking very forcefully?

Who is giving me a scare?”

And then I heard a voice.

It was loud and had a high pitch.

“Your time of life is over.

Say goodbye, Dr. Benjamin Fitch.”

The pounding on my door

Was deafening to my ears.

It was accompanied by a sound

That brought out all my fears.

I felt a sudden pain.

It struck against my chest.

I finally realized

That I had failed my final test.

I am no longer alive.

The fiend had won the day.

I’m lying in a grave.

I have nothing more to say.

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  • K.Reshma on Nov 3, 2009

    Nice poem

  • girlnextdoor on Nov 4, 2009

    Very nicely composed with simple words creating magic of verse and dwells in dramatic style on the sudenness and inevitability of death.

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