Empty House

Sun, 01/21/2018 - 15:55 -- Roll

I knock.
No-one answers.
I peep through the window, no-one is there.
Silence.
I try the handle.
Locked.
Nothing inside.
Nothing at all.

No matter how hard i try,
I can't get in.
No matter how much I want to,
I can't get in.
I try and try,
I can't get in.

I'm tired.
I can't get in.
I want to sleep.
I can't get in.
I want to eat.
I can't get in.

I want to give up.

I can't get in.
I want to sleep.
The busy road on a sunny day looks warm.
I want to sleep.
I lay on the warm bed.
I'm giving up.

My eyes close.
I'm going to sleep.
I don't want to wake up.
I won't wake up.

I can get in.

This poem is about: 
Me

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