Vacant Poem by Tommy LoMaglio
Vacant
A knocking, knocking at the door
A tapping, tapping on the floor
A whisper at the keyhole
'Is there anyone at home? '
A ticking, ticking of the clock
A sighing, sighing at the lock
Again the soft, fragile tone
'Are you in there all alone? '
A rapping, rapping on the pane
The lapping, lapping of the rain
This house is an empty shell
Here within is not a home
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