The Knock Poem by Randy McClave

There's a knock on my door
But, I won't answer it,
Even though I know who it's for
Them I won't admit.
There now will be a dislike or a yearn,
I will wait and see if they'll return.

On my door comes a knock, knock knock
But, the sound I pretend not to hear,
My heart has seemingly turned into a rock
I will not shed another tear.
Then the knocking it finally ceases,
I will not again fall to pieces.

On my door there is a silence
But, I see someone sitting on my chair,
I have lastly found my balance
Someone who stayed and did care.
I looked out my window and I see a grin,
I joyfully let them in.

Randy L. McClave