Sometimes, I Knock

[kenanhattington]

Feel my skin with iron claws
and take some with you if you must

the ice feels good though I know it can't
which takes me back, takes me
to lonely places and dull bruises
to the self-inflicted disgraces and without a traces
that happen when you wait

There is a wall that divides
and rips me in two
sometimes I pound and knock
to break it through

Afterwards I check to see
what is happening when I knock so hard?
I find no answers just black and blue and red
and someday when I knock
we'll both go to bed.