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Behind the Door

November 30, 2012
By GabrielleK. SILVER, Uniontown, Pennsylvania
GabrielleK. SILVER, Uniontown, Pennsylvania
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Favorite Quote:
"On him does death lie heavily, who, but too well known to all, dies to himself unknown."
-Seneca the Younger

Behind the door there is a tapping
Endlessly tapping so softly
Here to emit forevermore
I listen to it, not understanding what is happening
Never had I, in all of my days
Dare witness such a strange thing

Till one day, I too curious to deny my wonder
Hopped out of my wooden chair
Ever so in mesmerizing thought

Does what dwell so peculiarly? I pondered
Oh what does the thing beg for?
Of what is worth such strange tapping?
Roughly it does not knock, but just a tap

The floor under my soft feet creaked
Hoots and howls came from beast of the unknown
Everything slowed down with each step
Rasping with fear, I dwelled on.
Emanuel, surely, will forgive me.

I stopped in my own tracks, and my hand reached out
Slowly, ever so slowly, my pale fingers gripped the knob

No breath is taken
Only silence bears in the night
Tis' only silence and thought
He must miss me, my dear love
I miss him too
No, this cannot be
Gone was my love, yet here Emanuel stands before me

The author's comments:
This is an acrostic poem that tells the story of a girl still in love with the boy that passed away a long time ago.

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