Critics @ Number 5

Tirelessly knocking on doors

the ones I thought would open

tirelessly getting ignored

is it a Sunday?

I never know

I never take the time to know

the days mean nothing

except the of passing life.

It’s probably a Sunday.

I’m tired of knocking

my knuckles are fading to all but a bruise

what’s new?

I’ll give up

eventually

but let’s give it one last knock

for good luck.

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