Sheet Rock

the history begins with a shadow

Through a dirty window sits an empty room.
How empty can be made a tomb
And long since faded of her sweet perfume.

Lays a carpet with stains that bloom
Under black light blooms bright and true.

A room embraced by moons bright beams
But never could part with her terrified screams.

And yet, it seems passed screams and beams,
Lies ghostly shadows of a young boys dreams,

'Flashlights shining down the block
And searching steps along sidewalks.'

But lights can't shine through sheet and rock
So, forever he lays with his face in shock.

Author's Note

the shadows went away with blue light