Knocking

A gentle knock on the door

From a long lost friend

Hoping to rekindle the dying embers

Hoping to rebuild what was lost

 

The door is bolted shut

Darkness lurks in the hallways

The house is littered with paraphernalia

A cold breeze moves through

This is the house of a broken man

 

On the ground lie broken household items

The evidence of burglaries and abuse

He lies in a corner curled up

His pale frame now swallowed up in his clothes

He trusts no one, he will survive alone in here

 

He lies in darkness and isolation

Life beyond his pain seems nothing more than a dream

And yet only a few centimetres of wood

Separate him from complete freedom

 

A gentle knock on the door

From a long lost friend

He has the power to change it all

But He won’t force His way in

 

Let Him in

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