Song Of A Dying Mocking Bird Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

There is a ghost knocking at my door.
She neither has a face or name.
She screams for me to just let her in.
But I can not.
I'm forever frozen in that moment.
It is the song of the dying mocking bird.
I question whether that's me.
A series mistakes to repeat.
Am I even alive if I do not know pain indeed.
Locked in a forgotten hideaway never to be seen.
You don't know me, but know I am still here are words that I do hold dear.
Again I'm embracing and facing that fear.
Strangers in paradise, lovers of a chilly and almost quiet rain.
Describing an alternate plane.
The place where I've always lived and am still afraid to let anyone else in.