A Closed Door Poem by Suzawaka Phiri

A Closed Door



A soft knock on my door
Troubled my tired and sleepy soul.
This happened in Sweet November
This knock scared me like thunder.
So I vowed to never open the door.
I remember what happened before.
My dear glass was broken in pieces,
By the people I allowed to come in.
I vowed to never open the door again.
My dear glass was broken in pieces
I close my door like Noah's ark door.

She kept knocking at my closed door
It was raining cats and dogs outside.
But I never allowed her to enter inside.
Though every knock came with hello
I still did not open the door.
Every thought of opening, I did ignore
That was my decision and nothing more.
Opening the door once left me sore.

The knock was now getting louder
Still on other things I did ponder.
I was young, but now I am getting older.
And death's calling is getting louder
Then realized, I was still young and strong
To the maiden outside, I was a mean judge
So she vowed to push me to the edge
By continuously knocking on my door.

It began to trouble me in my soul
Thus I was tempted to open my door.
When I stood up to open the door
This maiden gave up and left the door
When I opened the door, as I saw her go
My soul screamed, 'that's my mate! '
Thus old memories lost me my soulmate.

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