A KNOCK ON DOOR, LATE AT NIGHT
The night was young with a bit of tenderness in my throat,
My heart gliding all along, overemphasizing what I felt.
My physique was asleep, but my thoughts kept operating.
I appeared alright, but was was in search of light.
And before you can say knife,
A knock on the door, late at night.
My chest started drubbing, the sweat on my forehead marched through my audacity.
I felt nothing and heard every organ of mine screaming out of fear.
Gathering all my courage my legs shifted,
I held the latch and rotated my destiny.
A breathtaking taking thud, kind of displaced my heart,
Everything was like a dream, a protracted dream.
My entire wealth drained in just a split second,
My life was of no value to that cruel crook.
All we wanted was bread and bucks.