Weakness In Me Poem by Evelyn Nec

He taps my door, calling out softly,
'Ramses, Ramses, open the door.'
I curl up in the corner,
widely eying the moving knob.
I am shaken to no color.
I am not ready.
I am not ready for the other side.

He hits my door, calling out loudly,
'Ramses, Ramses, open the door! '
I hold my knees tightly to my chest,
biting very hard in to my lower lip.
My heart is too loud.
It is hurting my ears.
I can not breath.

He bangs my door, calling out angrily,
'Ramses, Ramses, open the door! '
I know that tone,
it weakens me,
it scares me.
I want go but me legs are shaking.
I support myself on the wall,
but keep on falling.
I give in and collapse back down
between the walls of the carner
with my hands on my ears
to block out his shouts and kicks
as I sob my heart out.