At The Door Poem by Freewill Amon

I'm standing by the door knocking rat-atat-tat
And wondering if anyone can hear me
I can hear a sound going shak-alak-tak
So I doubt if anyone is listening

I am not alone- I know
For there are others also knocking at the same door
With their burdens also heavily loaded on their shoulders
We're calling on the master to help lay them on the floor

This time, I am positive
Knowing someone is there to open for me
Result turns out negative
As I watch the curtains close on me

I have no other place to look for answers
'cause what I need can only be found inside
So I'll keep on knocking and shouting so that I can get rid of this monster
I'm both happy and sad for those I came before have got theirs untied

I'm knocking unto my helper;
A friend and an elder brother
I'm calling unto my father,
To at least consider my mother