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A Knock Unknown (poem)

Updated on October 11, 2013

On misty night upon a sleepless shore

The hope now lost he struggled to regain

A knock unknown did darken chamber door


Would morning’s eyes restore his evermore

Was music which would fill his heart with pain

On misty night upon a sleepless shore


As memories formed rivers on the floor

Some shadow added depth to tease his strain

A knock unknown did darken chamber door


He shouted out what loss did it search for

What emptiness which it could not maintain

On misty night upon a sleepless shore


To endlessness each pulse would offer more

As vast tomorrows seconds would maintain

A knock unknown did darken chamber door


The course of knife no meaning could restore

The end of life might make confusion wane

On misty night upon a sleepless shore

A knock unknown did darken chamber door


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      Deb Hirt 4 years ago from Stillwater, OK

      This is one of your best works, so well done, and the message is there for all to see.

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      Victor W. Kwok 4 years ago from Hawaii

      Amazing poem of dark emotions.

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      Bronwen Scott-Branagan 4 years ago from Victoria, Australia

      The mention of the knife reminded me of one night when I was a teenager and had been supposed to go back to our old home, but it was late, so I decided to join my mother in the new house. She met my knock at the door with the carving knife!

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      The Stages Of ME 4 years ago

      I can feel the solitude of thought as it bounces from the page. It brings you into the deep process and isolation of thinking things through on a journey walk.

      Blessings and nice work

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      Bill Holland 4 years ago from Olympia, WA

      I like poetry that repeats a central builds momentum and drives home the drama or message. Well done, Martin!

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      DJ Anderson 4 years ago

      Sorrow and regret and remorse walk the darken streets at night.

      Your words portray a man facing the night alone, with

      anguish being his only company.

      Your poem is simple yet haunting.

      The air is heavy with a sense of foreboding mystery.

      To take his life seems to be his only recourse.

      And, death is waiting patiently just beyond the darken door.

      Super poem for this time of the year.

      Great job, Martin.