Creaking Door

The door creaks
And it takes me to a different time
I remember a tap
That always leaks
A big patch on the wall
That sometimes drips
A door that won't close
Until pushed hard.

A small plant
And a few mushrooms
Find their way on the old exposed wall
The paint is nearly gone
Black and greenish mold finally eats up the wall

Door creaks again
I hear the sound of a leaking tap.
A misaligned painting
On the wall bothers me
The clock near my single bed
Makes its usual noise
But tonight it is loud
It seeps in
Like someone's knocking
In the middle of the night.

The door creaks again..