Drip! Drip!
Knock! Knock!
"Who’s there?"
Me here
Open the door!
"Why?"
Why not?
“Tell me…Why?”
“What if …
…you are the man that slays another?”
I’m not!
I’m hurt!
It’s raining!
It’s pouring!
I need to rest!
Please just open the door…
…So I may lay my drooping head
“Oh no!”
“No No!”
“I know you not”
“But on my pavement you may lay…”
“You may lay your head there…
…For a little while”
But why?
I sigh
I sob
I’m hurting deep
I need
I really need…
...A place…I plead
A place to lay my head
“Be gone!”
“Go away stranger!”
“Go away!”
“To the hay”
“And make a bed”
“My home”
“This dwelling of mine”
“This home is closed”
“So you can’t rest here”
I sigh
I cry
But you don’t budge
And still…
…I need…
…A place…
…To lay…
My head!
By Sylvia Chika
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