(A Blankverse horror poem.)

Titled.
- The Knock-


Hello...
I'm scared..
Something's been knocking on my window
Since the break of night..
I am awake
I shall probably see the sun rise through the eastern horizon
For sleep is no where to be found


The mysterious being is back again
It seems to pull off a perfect human door knock rhythm at intervals on my window
It stops when I flash a light
And when I draw closer to the window
in fear-,
I can feel something run away


It's not forcing itself to get in
It's asking for my...