Knock knock jokes with death.
Death is knocking on my door,
an unwanted visitor.
My house is untidy,
my secrets are all over the floor,
unfulfilled dreams are hanging on the couch,
words that I meant to say are hanging in the air...
I try to sweep my secrets under the carpet,
but they won't fit,
They make the ground uneven, uneasy to walk on.
I try to pack my dreams in a box, but it is still at the coroner's office.
And the words cling onto fractions of time,
only to fly out the window as the door is knocked down.