Knock Knock

Glazed eyed
Body,
Sitting in a chair.
"Knock knock,
Is anyone there?"

Someone is speaking.
Leave them.
I'm searching my mind,
There are memories
To find.

Lost.
Empty.
Where can they be?
Somehow,
They've been knocked out of me.

Nothing.
They've gone.
There's nothing there for me.
I might as well
Face reality.

"Knock knock,
Is anyone there?"
Go away! Can't you tell?
I have a life,
That is a living Hell!

© Nikki-ann Trow