I'll Keep on Knocking!

I'll Keep on Knocking!

A Poem by Bidu Ibrahim

I’ve lost count of the times

I’ve knocked at your door.

My fist has gone numb from the effort

And my bones are now buddies with the cold.

I’ve lost count of the hours

I’ve stood wondering

When the door would creak open

Bringing the torturous wait to an end.

People pass by wondering

Whether what I’m pursuing 

Is worth the effort and trouble.

My voice’s been reduced to a whisper

The bellow’s now gone

The repetition having taken its toll.

I’m not anywhere near leaving

I’ve chosen to stand

Until I stop breathing,

I refuse to look back

Leave alone step back.

I don’t care if there’s no space

I’ll be contented standing in the doorway,

Won’t mind crawling into the closet,  

No matter how tiny the space.

I’ll hang from the ceiling like a bat

If there’s no other place I swear!

I will die with a smile on my face

Knowing I’ve had a glimpse into your heart

Until then I will keep on knocking

And you should know ain’t joking

© 2012 Bidu Ibrahim


Author's Note

Bidu Ibrahim
Ever dealt with someone who's playing hard to get?

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great work, ibrahim. i like the way it was written. i like the images drown.
i think pain is endless in this world, we were born to suffer.
i yhink we shouldnt feel depressed when there is something annoying us because nothing can last for ever.
great work
thank you for sharing
khalid

Posted 12 Years Ago


This is a great piece. I like how you described waiting for her to open up to you. Great work :)

Posted 12 Years Ago


oh no no! that one sounds too much hard for me..I never have experienced this feeling on me (elhamduellah) but I have witness others experiencing it..because they enjoy ? I feel the strong despair, or the will to not give up, and the total desire to be part of someone`s heart (who only you care!) But I never want understand how it feels for myself..and reminds me the great movie of Roman Polanski "Bitter Moon"...she was waiting him coiled up in front of his door! how much pain we are ready to stand and how much blood to sacrifice in the name of our Love! But remember the limitaions for the humans dignity..and remember just Your Pure yourself...

Posted 12 Years Ago



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