The Knock
Lo and behold that feeling
once more has returned
To tease test and torment
dead past willfully spurned
From window shut forever
heard unmistakable creak
A portent of ensuing havoc
and destruction it’ll wreak
Dilemmas deemed sorted
in archives since then lost
Will augment latent agony
with much heftier paid cost
An arduous uphill drudgery
has leveled to such situate
Conciliation is unacceptable
and not open to any debate
Have absolved core conscious
purged it all of earlier disdain
In a space sans expectations
or cause for me to complain
Hope it just proves contrary
for the hunch to turn untrue
Have nearly spent a lifetime
sifting sense from old residue