Knock knock, 

the door is knocked, the sound of the heavy rain stops and my heart drops. 

Knock knock, 

I get up and walk, the dog barks, and the day is dark. 

Knock knock, 

I look outside, my instinct is right, the day won't get bright. 

Knock knock, 

It is coming to the door, my heart is already on the floor and I feel sour. 

Knock knock, 

I am still conscious, but anxious to see the sadness running after us. 

Knock knock, 

It is us who grow up in sorrow of me and my shadow and the grief is outside the window. 

Knock knock, 

I am trapped. I am caged and no one is to be saved. 

Knock knock, 

It is ceased but I am not to be released from this tight grip of grief, and it is painful I can not breathe. 

Knock knock, 

Hello death, are you in a good health? 

- Jane l.