Dead Men Walk

Have you heard the dead man's walk,
against the winter's forest snow?
I sit here and await his knock,
whilst the winds hum and blow.
 
How long, how long, will he walk,
to come and hum at my wooden door?
How long, how long, will he knock,
then run and shun at an open door?

He comes, he comes, then he knocks
at my wooden and shabby door.
He comes, he comes, then he walks
from my broken and fragile door.

Have you heard the dead man's walk
against the winter's forest snow?
I sit here and await his knock,
whilst the winds hum and blow.

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

A haunting piece of good poetry...Thank you for sharing your self...:)..............

[Scott Metro]

Ever vigilant huh ? Have you fulfilled your search for the singularity ?.....Do you fear the event horizon or better said would read thus...are you afraid of threading into the unknown.
Maybe...just maybe the continuity of consciousness hides from us so that we do not take lightly what is today.......
Enjoyed it.
Scott

[CosminDZS]

I know what comes out on the other side is just as much my self as in life, a raindrop back into the ocean.

[Scott Metro]

Well put.....
I enjoyed your anguish...the dead man.
Scott

[Saddam]

Though your imagination is very nice but I did not understand who is dead man? But very nice poetry.

[CosminDZS]

I think it's the reminder of death and how we must face it every day when it comes knocking on your door.

[Saddam]

Wow....brrrr...

[CosminDZS]

You can probably guess who can inspire my desire for the lost Lenore. :)