Seconds wind down on the clock
Yet the hours fly through the space
Twice the knock beckons you forth
Another sleepless night begins
Each sound startles you
As dreams begin to fade
The room, still pitch black
Seems to scream in horror
So you wake up
Turn on all lights
The sounds quiet
All seems peacefull
But as your eyelids start to close
He who knocks, knocks twice more
Bravo!
see! I knew you had it in you that unrhyming force. Good job grasshopper! You listened well. Am not saying all poems have to not rhyme but it's nice to break away from the mold and free ones creative flow by removing the obstacle of rhyme. I thoroughly enjoyed this.I just hope now I can sleep tonight! ( Just kidding!) kudos, your poetry guru-ess <--(seeing as I'm female the ess seemed appropriate to attach here) Melissa